Daily Yellowstone journal., 1890-02-27

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man is to man as his own sclf-as that
which Is suppmely dear and intimate
10 hIm. We yearn 10 endow ourselves
with all powers and pleasures; and by
making woman ours. when yet she
wears a separate form and aspect, we
enjoy her pleasure in our gifts, while
no; forfcitlng our own delight therein.
What is woman but the concrete
manifestation of that metaphysical
subtlety, mans selfhood-that which
distinguishes him from the animal
the unconscious being-for whom is
no choice, no right and wrong, no
conscience! In loving woman, we
love the human quality in ourselves
the person that each of us is, and
that burns TO subjugate and outdo all
rival persons. Were it not for her, We
should forget our separateness as in.
diyiduals, and relapse into the univer
sal man, who knows no difference be.
tween himself and that which sur
rounds him. Now, l hold that the
love, yea, the worship of self, is at the
root of all great achievement and
therefore that the union with or alb
sorption into myself of a woman har.
moniously endowed would strengthen
and not weaken my faculties and
designs. Those imbeciles, indeed, who
permit the woman 10 draw them away
FROM the pursuit Of their proper ends.
and To bewilder them with mere sensu.
Gus beauty and charm-of them ]
speak not But he who knows how 10
aggrandize his own being TO the extent
OF that of the woman, he surely may
invite her with confidence and enjoy
her with profit.
had arrived at this conclusion be.
fore | met Irene, and SO could not
have been influenced 10 it by any con.
sideration of the freshness and splen.
dor of her loveliness. No woman more
nearly perfect in all feminine charms
could have existed; from the arch of
her brow 10 the curve Of her foot,
found no flaw in her. We were natur-
ally mated, too, as tongue ~ thought; I;
for | was tall and strong, and of grace.
full symmetry, with dark features
straight and fine; and she, though
slender, was rounded in every part,
supple and active, yet withal stately as
the Greek Artemis, whose ideal linea.
ments hers resembled. In her blue
eyes there were both softness and fire.
and her clear voice vibrated i'm the lis.
teners soul. We formed the perfect
whole of male and female-the intag-
lilo and the seal. In her | recognized
the softer ranges Of my own nature,
and TO her | might stand as the i'm
pregnable mountain wall within whose
embrace the fertile and enchanted
valley of her womanhood could ex-
pand itself, secure and fortunate.
To induce her to identify herself
wholly with me was my first care. |
pointed out to her the heights to
which / meant to soar; depths which
purposed to search out: the obstacles
that | was preparing to overthrow.
But she would rest her eyes on mine
in a long look, until | felt the great
things | grisped at were but the shad-
ows Of greatness-having which /
should yet have nothing, but ever be
led on TO other shadows, which, in
turn dissolving, would reveal still
others endlessly. And then my self.
hood would seem TO dwindle and wax
unsubstantial. and i'm my heart a quiet
but mighty impulse, like the flowing
OF the tide urged me 10 cast all at her
gracious feet, and fin d in her a greater
recompense than the conquest of the
world itself and its secret. 1t was an
impulse that babe me declare myself
nothing, and TO forsake all ambition
save TO win her acceptance of my hon.
age. This read in her eyes, or seemed
TO read; TO forsake my own exaltation
and find exaltation in her; TO make il
my honor TO honor her; so TO live as
TO make her life lovely. This only
would be real and immortal; all else
was builded Of death, and death would
be the end Of il.
Disturbed by these misgivings, L
would 20 forth from the spell of her
presence, and walk in the garden until
the moon climbed above the dark
masses Of the yew trees, and the howl
Of the gray wolf rode ON the air like
the cry Of demon. Then would
draw near to him, and cast myself on
the stony ground where he crouched
and snarled, and, resting my chin upon
my hands, l would peer into the glare
of his yellow eyes, and mark the hun
cry grin Of his teeth and the thick
hair bristling round his neck. Wild
and hideous in truth he was; but at
length, as watched him, the delight
of the beast would begin to course
through my pulses, and my breath
came short and thick. and undula-
tions, red like blood, quivered before
my sight
The spirit of the wolf spoke in my
mind, saying that life was battle and
murder and that he who was fiercest
and sternest was the survivor and the
master. The only enduring monu.
ments OF human greatness were those
whose stones were cemented with hu-
man blood-the blood Of weak and
credulous hearts. Read in the souls
Of those whose memory posterity has
worshiped, and you shall find in their
depths the record of merciless and say.
age deeds that the world calls crimes,
but which the wise know 10 be the in.
evitable steps whereby the mount OF
vision may be ascended. The indoleni
and aimless multitude beguile them.
selves with piety and patience-empty
words 10 disguise their cowardice and
impotence. The few who have the
courage 10 look existence in the face