The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1893-11-18

understand a woman's nature We
judge them all by our own standards;
we make no allowance for the differ
cncc in natures: we are like giants
trampling upon "A dainty lower bed:
leaving devastation in our paths !
thought understood her. my poor
little Augustine: but now, looking
back upon that time, | marvel ut my
own blind stupidity.
Triple fool IN my b!ind folly purbI.na and
impotcnt worm.
thinking Ia move the world, who could not
myself stand firm
did not dream of the depths which
lay below the surface in that tender,
loving heart. | looked upon her with
n sort of pity, because Sh" was so gen.
tie and tender 50 loving and timid,
and little did | dream Of the capacity
for suffering which lay hidden within
her innocent breast.
This is not IN exciting story: it is
"a plain. unvarnishcd talc:" but will
tell it, with a hope that some other
man mas read H. some man with the
ovcrbCaring arrogance of the average
male creature, and Will pause and re-
fleet upon his own course, To such
would say, beware, The day may
come when YOU. too. NAV stand alone
and dcsolatc When your head may
be bowed in bitter anguish mad, nm
availing grief. Beware how You deal
with Il woman'S hcnrt--a woman'S at
lection: a good, pure. noble womnn
For God gives many gifts to mankind,
but none SO priceless ~ Il good
wOman'S true love.
iut had all this to Learn, as most
lessons il life are lcurncc, by stern,
bitter experience.
Augustine had promised to be my
wife. and was happy happier than
! have ever been since. for J had not
grown 50 cold and arrogant then ~ in
later days ! think there is IA devil
Il familiar demon. in every mans
breast. In mine. the evil spirit wa,
chiefly priuC-foolish, sclf.concctcd
pride. 1t passes my understanding
tnow, looking back upon the past) of
what has any mortal the right To bc
proud and valn.glorous? oh. how
She loved me, poor little thing. She
would sit upon Il low stool at my feet
and look mp into my face with her
grave, sad eyes. with such dcathlcss
lovc--such longing tenderness within
their depths, that it touched me be-
yond expression. and at the same
time, doubtless, fed the ;iamc of my
mad sclf.cstccm. a woman makes II
grave mistake who allows II man to
sound the depths of the love within
her heart to let him read its pure
white pages like an open book.
Too soon he learns his power
and few men are generous
enough To res st the temptation To
wicll that power like II rod OF iron
1t has been said that our plca>an
vices ofttimcs become whips of scur.
piOnS Ia scourgc uS To death; -
sometimes It woman's love. when Law
ishcd upon II man, sclf-contdcnt.
worldly cltiSh, H. most men are, be-
comes in rash, cruel hands, nn in strut
mcnt of torture, which torncnts her
into her grave. And men are SO prone
to consider a woman's love dcathlcSs.
Not their own oh no. that is cN-
pcctcd To pine away and die in time:
but hers must b" perennial, ever
blooming, immortal. And yet | have
seen womun'S love dic--dic II slow.
lingering death: fade, and perish, and
decay And for dead love there is no
resurrection
There's no me- earth life for The dead,
No altering up the tears once shed
And 50 il is with woman's love:
1T will live forever" | had always
believed. and yet | was latcl to learn
that
''Not dew. nor >unShin> nor >ummcr rain,
Can call lost love back 90 life again
The day came when Augustine stood
at my side before Gods altar. and
took upon her the solemn vows which
She kept conscicntiou,ly, truly, |,
like many men. kept them in the let
ter but not the spirit.
She was mine at last, mine ''to have
and to hold till death do ms part -
The honeymoon was like most other
honcvmoons- and then life merged
into the commonplace. 1t grew irli-
some To me the long DAYS away ut
my o.fi"" desk to return to our little
home, and slagnation.
My active spirit chafcd within me,
and longcd for change -cAcitcmcut.
Home life pal,cd upon me. ! grew
horribly fired Of ii al. Yet my home
was II pretty one, and its presiding
angel kept it like small palace of
ncatucSs and hcauty. must have
been brute not To have app cciatcd
the wondrou, blessings which were
mine: but longcd in secret for the
old liberty and freedom the congcnial
spirits club and the racc-coursc.
Had Augustine only asserted her
self. and been moro firm with me,
might have reformed and in time
grown quiet and contcntcd Bat in
her sweetness anu self.abrcga;io ion. she
lived only for my happiness, and
would have cmulatcd the poctcss re-
Gently deceased, whp expressed her
own willingness to make n door-mat
of herself for the man she loved,
OF course, man-likc. ! abused this
unsclfishnr;,s and devotion. ! began
to absent myself from bone; my even.
ings were passed with boon compan-
ions who gladly welcomed me back to
their midst; an evening at poker or II
thcater party: made upof masculincs
alone II is truc---but with decided
tendency to linger and cxciaim: I'VE
won't go home till morning"
Augustine said nothing; she never
complained. wish now, with all my
heart. that she had. A little judi.
cious home lecture. occasionally
seems requisite for every mans we'll
being But no matter how late ]
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