Pittsburg dispatch. [volume] (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, 1889-10-28
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Eyes, but it is one John Day asked me
last night"
Have you seen him?"
''Under the Elm at the Taylor House.
We talked of you fer two hours"
"OhP
"Do that again, it leaves your lips ready
to kiss. Did your friend lie Diable teach you
the trick?'
you're fool"
81 know, but it is sweet folly. What
divine woman you are. From that rloooned
hat-a woman's hat is always part OF her
10 these little feet that kick at me so vi
ciousIy Won are without flaw. Don't
speak. Are your eyes purple or blue?
Tbey are deep, know, for have lost my
soul in them. There is well in the valley
that fascinates me as they do. When you
will not look on me, sit on the curbing
and drown nv thoughts in its dark water.
Your lashes and its ferns are like -"
"Are YOU done?"
''No, but can stop. May smoke"
"What did John say?"
''Said things about you.?"
Really
Don't be sarcastic. He said that he
loved you"
"Paul Sommersr'
eyes, and said the same"
"You did not?''
81 did, though; but not until he had told
me your promise to marry him. Don't look
so blue; the engagement gives zest to the
sport
''Sport?''
SIS not that what it is? Common love is
too prosaic; it takes touch of danger to
awake enthusiasm. This other lover makes
the chase exciting"
''I hate your
''My tigressl Hate on a woman's lips
means love. The flash of your great eyes
has left too deep burn in me for you to re-
fuse two tears to cool it with. / know you
love me; have read it in a thousand ways.
Your ewes mouth and touch have spoken it,
and with an eloquence that left me trem-
bling in q mute applause. You do love me,
or else swear that every smile has told a
lie, and your sweet face is pinched mask
of falsity."
81 do love you"
"I knew it. Kiss mel 1 will tell the
owl OF this when meet him next, and his
face will become soberer than ever"
"You must not meet him."
"Oh, yes / musti like to pose my lazi-
ness against his sterner background. The
effect is, il not artistic. ludicrous- He is so
intense, hot-headed, mad; while I-well, 1
am cool, and perhaps as much vagrant as
this wind, and do love to give his jealousy
a FLIP now and then. 1 know you love
him.
u"
"Don't protest. He is worthy of you.
You are q woman, and women-like the
moon-refect the light, or the love of every
sun that shines upon them; if two suns hap
pen in your sky at once, you shine on
both"
'Stars of what magnitude are you and
John Day?"
HE is of the first. 1 may be comet, or
lesse still, rocket; but, since you have.
consented to receive my love, the smaller 1
am, the worse your opinion or whatever
makes YOU love me. But here comes Day;
one star rises when another sets. Goodby!
1 will betake myself to the shadows and my
melancholy"
"He says you talked together"
1--WE did,"
"And of me-"
"He told the truth
"What makes you sulk?''
"'Sulkp Do you call this sulking? Is
it sulking to be still while 10, 900 words tear
my heart for utterance; sulking to feel life
breaking into fragments and never give a
sigh? Do you know what Paul Sommers
and 1 did last night? No? We shook
hands and agreed that he who could win you
should have you, and that the other should
never see your face again. Heaven NAV be
large enough to hold Trinity, but there is
no room for such thing on earth. 1 do not
plead for you to love me, for that would be
like pleading for his death, and though L
hate him, he shall never say took advant-
age of him In this struggle for your heart
But if you listen, will tell my love;
tell how you stirred in me the pas
sion that is kin to birth and
death; tell you the tale of those sweet
hours when there was no Paul Sommers;
tell you my heart, for what say is printed
deep on it-so deep that God Himself could
not efface the words Perhaps the telling of
the story will awake again the feelings
that my voice has stirred. Perhaps twill
leave you listening as earnestly as it did
when 1 first said Il love you Perhaps you
will shed tear or two and then kiss me.
'sYou and 1 were born under the same
roof, for though hotel, it was a root and
home to us. The same sea sung us to sleep
in summer, and frightened us in winter.
For % years YOU and have been together,
married in all but name. 1 never had toy,
half of which did not belong to you. Your
sweetmeats we're half mine.
I'm these later wears light has come into |
your eyes and look upon your face that |
has made slave of me. You have become
a woman, beautiful your other lovers tell |
you, but more than that to me. To me YOUR
mind is more skyey than your eyes. see |
its stars rather than their light. 1t is the |
serious woman, the great woman, that is in |
you whom 1 love. These other men know |
nothing of the poet, but have heard her |
sing. To them you are merely woman; to |
me you are priestess.
"We have been engaged two years-two |
years that hold the whole of life, perhaps. |
] could repeat our VOWS. 1t was beneath |
this tree that l first kissed you. But the |
vows and scenes that have been so real are |
fast becoming echoes and dead ghosts to me. |
] feel like a man who has dropped his |
glass after he has turned it up to drink. All |
] have expected seems fast spiiling on the |
earth; for the lips that have been kissed and |
the vows that have been spoken comfort us |
as little as sung songs and drunken wine.
1t is the lips we want to kiss that inspire in |
us loves hope or madness.
1--WE have been very happy. NV best
work has been the inspiration of your
\ greater thought; have painted by the light i
of your face The days have been filled |
with dream men and women, brothers and |
sisters to us, whose forms you have helped |
me seize. but now all is blackness."
Forgive me. John"
81 can love, or"
''You shall love me-"
"What of him?''
tWho?''
''Paul Sommers."
80, Johnp'
''You love him.
eNo-"
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