The Caldwell tribune. [volume] (Caldwell, Idaho Territory [Idaho]) 1883-1928, 1888-11-10
HOW TO MAKE LOVE.
Various Expressions Of the Tender
Passion:

novetlSG seems TO pattern after dog
dayweather, or else the old lady's
grog, which had to be ''hot, strong;
sweet and plenty of it." And as so
universal a tendency is proofpositive
that the public likes fairly that sort
of thing, we have been at the pains
to delve through cubic yards ofrecent
fiction and bring up specimen nuggets
for it's delectation.
First In right of age and ''thrill'
comes this from "The Maiden
Widow, by Mrs. E. D. N. southworth,
the which the publishers note assures
us is the most popular work Of its
phenomena1ly popular writer, and
from it we get this bit OF the old two
ply, copper-bottomed love-making,
all on the surface and unvexed with
subtleties that spell-bound readers in
the days when we were young
"Halcy," said Clarence, softly and
sadly, "dear Haley, why have you
denied yourself to me for almost a
week past? Tell me, my love-"
She did not answer.
''Tell me, dear Haley"
She continued silent.
"Why, Haley! why! tell me why y on
have avoided me SO constantly" he
continued to plead, trying to draw
her nearer to him.
well, then, if you must know, it is
because l couldn't bear to see you
there" exclaimed Haley in despera-
ton.
A look of profoundest pain shot
across the boys face.
GLOW have l offended
you, Halcy?" he inquired,
dropping on one knee at her
feet, taking her hand and looking be-
seemingly in her face.
"By the way you went on that
notwithstanding me out of my wits
and into all sorts of absurdities,"
exclaimed Halcyone, snatching her
hand from his clasp.
els that the reason you have been
so changed within the last few days
as your guardian says you have
been-is that the reason, Halcyone?'
"Well, yes, it is, there" she cried,
jerking herself away from him.
"Well, I am answered. Heaven
bless you Halcyone. Good-by," he
exclaimed, rising from his knees and
turning to go out. But there was
such white despair in his fair young
face that in the midst of her anger
Halcyone was struck with pity and
terror. Like lightning she darted
after him, Laid her hand upon his arm
and exclaimed:
"Don't go, Clary, dear. I didn't
mean all said-indeed Ididn't.'
He turned and fixed his mournful
blue eyes full upon her saying:
"Halcyone, it is too true that l
cannot live without your love and
the hope of your hand. But if you
cannot love me, Halcyone, if my
hope is your fear, why then I would
die Halcyone, l would rather die
than make you unhappy"
''But l should be very unhappy if
you were to die, Clary. Indeed I
should, dear, for l do love you; l do
indeed" She earnestly insisted
holding on to him all the time lest
he should escape and do himself
mischief.
But his countenance cleared in an
instant.
"You do love me, Halcy?"
eyes, / do"
"Then what makes you so change
able?"
81 am not changeable, only I am a
capricious little wretch, suppose"
81 would knock any man down who
said so. You are an angel, Halcyone
since you really do love me-tell me
when you will make me happy" he
eagerly entreated."
As this specimen brick is not from
the main love story at all, but from
one flung in for good measure, as it
were, it will at once be seen here's
richness indeed. AS gray-haired, if
not SO venerable, is this bit from
Beyond Compare, "by Charles Glib
bon, a high pressure romance all the
way from Chicago.
When Edwin entered the room where
Berta was waiting, there was little
need of the explanation which was
given by-and-by. The outstretched
hands, the bright welcome in the eyes,
and the flush of joy which gave col
or to the pale cheeks were enough to
satisfy the most exacting lover, even
without the tender exclamation:
"Elwin! you have come-you are
safe. Dad said you would come. l
am thankful"
Then, when his arms was round
her, and he had kissed the joyful
tears away, she added, 81 am happy"
Edwin could not speak for little
while, and then it was only to NUT
ter in voice which was made almost
fierce by his efforts to control it into
steadiness:
"My darling-forgive me. How
blind | must have been to doubt in
spite of all the proofs before me-in
spite of your own words.
But when he learned by what means
those words were forced from her,
what she had suffered, and what eff
forts she had made to enable him to
understand the cause she was pursu-
ing-efforts which were constantly
frustrated by Brasnet, he set his
teeth hard.
81 am glad he is beyond my reach"
he said.
She put her hand upon his mouth.
"Hush! he has been punished in the
moment when he thought himself
triumphant over us all.
Any experienced novel reader will
know that is from way over in the
back, and that so far as we are per-
mitted to see them in print, they
lived happy ever after. Nor will he
or more properly she-need to be told
that this intense presentiment of the
woeful wooing of lovers welded to
somebody else is quite English, you
know-being, in fact, from "Philip
Earnscliffe; or, the Morals of May
fair" that which all good Americans