Martinsburg independent. [volume] (Martinsburg, W. Va.) 1875-1900, 1886-04-03

stained and Tumpled:
| Dear Local Editor:
Please tell me how a person feels when
/ he falls in love, and how to find rest.
Yours expectantly,
/ Jimmy -.
/ Jimmy you are already in love. Some
| thing is wrong with that conglomeIated
lump of sensativeness known as the
| heart. However, we will describe the
feelings engendered by every nine out
Of ten cases of love, and il your own
feelings are the same, you are gone
gosling.
In the course of events there sudden
ly fits across your path, a little, petite
figure, with deep blue eyes and golden
hair; or, if more to your fancy, a robust
lassie, with dark brown eyes and raven
hair. You meet and part, and then
we'll, when you think your are alone,
there comes before your view dazzling
eye, smiling face, with sauciness de-
picted in every'line and a voice strange
ly sweet, rings in your ears. Take care,
Jimmy, take care-you are in danger.
Shortly afterward, probably friend in
vites you to see her; Or, you may be one
of a group of young people, Orwell,
ANYHOW you meet her unawdres some
where. Quite anumber of ladies are
present. but, somehow or other, you do
not just feel satisfied to be away from
your new acquaintance's side, and the
first thing you know you are her partner
in some game or enjoying quiet tete-d-
tete. And then, strange is it not ? when
the evenings pleasantries are over,
| somebody waits for somebody else, and
as the two pass out one of the other
girls remarks ut is queer he cannot
| find someone else to walk with" jim
| nv, look outlook out, boy. Again
| the vision comes to you, and a lit
| tie warming makes you restless, and
before you know it, someone is pushing
his fingers through his hair, or living in
the beautiful land of afro castles and i'm
agination. The world is dull and pro-
sale. But one evening, as you look up
| hurriedly from your labor, you catch a
glimpse of Mary on the opposite side of
the street. She is walking with John
II You get Grabbed at once, and
when you remember that John turned
the music for Mary at Mrs. HIS last
evening, somehow the thought makes
you unhappy, and a headache sets in
to further torment you. Jimmy. never
let small things like these worry you.
They must occur in the best regulated
love case. Probably you don't just agree
with us now, but you will later in life.
Things go on. People begin to no.
tice now that you are very attentive to
Mary. But your young nerves are all
unstrung. You are noao in deep love.
Everything goes wrong. You are rest
less and look worn and disconsolate.
You cannot eat hearty meal with the
old enjoyment. Start to read a book
and presently among the.letters you read
"Mary !" Sing song and "Mary's''
voice, in imagination, blends with your
own. The birds sing "Mary !" and even
the sweet-scented hyacinths remind you
of the blue of "Mary's' eyes, or the
delicate blush of her cheeks. Jimmy
you have reach sentimental period of
life. The time for fooling has passed.
Your first request is granted. You are
| o. hn do Of Sc Taapa To ,bxy, - IL,
''despurate situashnn." You must
either soon get married or go crazy.
If you wish to find rest, take the first
cure-get married. But right here, a
big scare crow hobs up-the sweat, in
great beads, stands on your forehead
how are you to propose Just act the
man, Jimmy. Wait some night, and
when the folks are fast asleep up stairs
speak out your love. Tell Mary that
you are bordering on insanity, and she
alone can rescue you from peril. Tel
her gently, but firmly, that you love
her. Don't get the shakes, and fall or
your knees, and groan and act the
clown Especially leave these little
sentimental tit bits out in winter time
That is so, Jimmy, sometimes the feel
ings eoiU carry you away and make YOU
knees to hurt you so that you at onc'
find resting place on the floor TO
them. But, resist.
If you must be sentimental, wait un
til summer time comes. And then, il
balmy June, when the little blue-eye(
violets are waving in the dells, ant
along the hillsides, and the fragrance o
wild flowers ladens each passing breeze
hand-in- hand, seek out the old trystini
lace, beneath some giant tree, or dowl
in the shadows of the cultivated gar