Wheeling register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1878-1935, 1895-05-09

sible my hope was. My youthful dab
bling in literature assumed new i'm
portance. | was to lay fame at her
feet in place of the wealth | did not
possess. My writings were character
lied by new energy. The Leader ac-
cepted them. She read them and said,
Il liked your last sketch. | liked your
verses in Saturdays paper Ii almost
seemed to me that fame had come. /
aimed higher. The editor of month
~ magazine published a pOem-for it
was q poem being inspired by love OF
her-and sent with a check a kindly
encouraging letter. This was the be-
ginning of my romance, bat there was
no end.
She was wealthy, while l must hest
tate between two scarfs, and choose tho
cheaper one. l must write sometimes
what knew would sell readily. though
! knew as truly that the writing was
not good l was going through the
university with the minimum assist
ancc from home. and literature i'm man
uscript does not pass current for board.
The struggle was unpleasant, but not
hopeless. And what a goal to strive
toward, On. Janet, ! hope YOU may
never know how one man loved you.
Then her uncle came. How clearly
he showed me what was not advis-
able and how the world looks at
these matters. Janet is young, and she
was lonely when she knew you first.
Alas. l realized that he was right.
Janet does not yet love you. wiz you
be cruel enough to make her love you,
if YOU can? l made no promise. but l
could not forget "cruel to Janet And
vet my love was cruelty. Fame is so
far away from man; hunger and storm
so near, / used to think that il | had
won Janet, though l were coward
enough TO take wealth as a gift from
her, could have made her happy No
one who shall come after can love her
more tenderly than l have. But that
mad thought has passed.
Our meetings became formal The
last time I called the piazza as crowd
ed with her upclc's friends. We talk
ed behind the vines where we had
sometimes ligered until We were scoll-
ed like two children. There were the
same ipys, the same stars twinkling
through the leaves; but Janet and
were changed / have forgotten if she
gave me her hand i'm greeting. We
talked c0mmonDlacos and parted like
mere acGuaintances.
So the romance epdad-wffb no end
Would that we had ouarrelIed. If 7
had made her Jealous and She had
sent ne away in her anger it would be
we'll But loved her too sincerely or
that. II had found her false how cas-
lily / could hate her. But the romance
has no end Summers and winters have
passed away. not many. but long. L
have spent several vacations in her
city. but have never sen her. A friend
of hers is one OF my classmates. We Of
ten meet officially, but her name is new
er mentioned.
Ny ambition is exhausted. NV home
is distant I have friends. but TO them
/ am only a clever failure. They cannot
guess that even youth may have his
tory
When ! met Janet I was not wealthy
Now / am worse. Mrs. Osmond. who
provides the shingles above on which
the March rain is lust now drumming
so unsteady. and who clears ND my
desk once a week by throwing valuable
papers in the waste basket. has asked
me. Gould let her have a little money
SOON" Mrs. Osmond is tragically po-
lite. but she's business-like. Mrs. Nc
Keen. whose plain but honest hoard is
to he maid for i'm advance ba5
beonn Tn Mace INV IittIe "mar,orandnm
of accounr" in obfrreivo atfifudas NV
m, nI.ta and COLI INV attention - If Inv,
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