The Republican., 1895-04-18
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though slightly glddy, she had not
lost her head.
Neither had she lost her heart,
albeit she was twenty-five, and there
are young women who think if they
still retain possession of their hearts
up to that advanced age they are des-
tined to hold them forever.
1t may he doubted if she had a heart
to lose. She had heart, but her
head went with it, and when a wom-
ans head goes with her heart she sell
dom loses it. She may let it go into
the keeping of a man, but that is not
always losing it. as the term is gener-
ally applied among sentimentalists.
She knows where it is, and it is never
beyond recall. These are the sensible
women of the world. Never enthusi
asts, but always reliable, and steady
to the end. come veal or come woe. if
so that the holders of their hearts are
worthy Heroines they may be, sac
rihcing everything to motives higher
than mere sentiment
That Helen HOyt was such woman
could not be said definitely. but there
was evidence to that effect in the
circumstance that three men were
swinging uncertainty in the balance
before her. This is beyond the power
of the emotional enthusiast. She may
have three men in the balance at three
different times, but never three at one
time. She chooses first. and the man
puts himself in the balance afterward.
As young as she was. she had
reasoned these things out for herself,
aided and abetted somewhat by the
counsel of the colonel. a man twice
her age, veteran of many emotional
battles. and ripe experience, which
had never been rudely shocked by
latrimony
She had seen him much oftener than
the three men in the balance, and she
had discussed them with him. not al
ways directly. as if she were the in
terested person, but oftenest under
the thin veil Of supposititious case,
as is the custom of men and women
whose iueXperience needs a remedy
which they are too diffident to ask for
op-nly. Fortunately for such, there
are those who will humor them.
This afternoon Miss Hoyt sat in the
quiet drawing-room thinking. The
colonel and she had talked a long time
the day before on this, to her. all i'm
portant subject, and he was to come
again at five o'clock. To add to the
interest of the colonels visit of coun-
ael their last talk had not been of a
snpposititious case, but he had made it
directly personal. and she had not de-
MED that she was the previously sup
posed young woman whose destiny was
to be determined by question, analysis
and reason.
"Ah. me" she thought, what
study the heart is. | wonder if all
women's hearts are as mine win per-
sist in being? know many men, but
OF them all it seems there is not one
that fills it. and Alice who is the dear
est of girls. says there can be but one.
And the colonel-well, the colonel tried
TO point out the way. but he seems to
Obscure it by his own presence Of
them all, three stand out distinctly,
asking me to choose.
My head says choose but my heart
remains dumb. If it should speak, I
wonder what it would say? / wonder
il IN all the world there is no magic
touch to break its seal of silence. There
stands the professor. a man much older
than myself; grave man. noble-heart-
ed and good. devoted to his scientific
studies and rising in his profession i'll
At ease and slow of speech in the tumult
of society: manifesting his brilliancy
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discussion with men; reserved. yet low
ing me. he says, with an ardent and
absorbing love, which must be the
pledge of Il happy comfortable future.
But is it true? Does a woman find
in science and philosophy what her
heart Graves? VIII the man who is so
profoundly interested in these subjects
find his wife a substitute for them?
HIS sweetheart may be for the time,
but the colonel says there is much diff
ference between a sweetheart and
wife in most mems minds, and | wish |
didn't half believe the colonel"
She laughed short. hard laugh. and
looked out of the window a moment at
a man and maid as they walked slowly
along, very intent upon each other.
Sweetheart she said, almost cynic-
ally, md became thoughtful again.
And next is the artist, q" her thoughts
whispered to. her. THE colonel says
an artist is lovely to hang on the wall
for ornament, but he is of uncertain
value as a piece of domestic furniture.
Still like the artist very much in
deed OF course, he is youthful, dreamy
and an idealist. with the gaze and locks
of poet, but such things appeal to
most young women as they appeal to
me.
Not TO my everyday sense, perhaps,
but to the artistic longings that move
svery refined soul, and l hope | am
sufficiently refined to appreciate the
ideal, although don't want to neglect
the real. His slightest attention is
az graceful as q sonnet; so different
from the clumsy, well-meant efforts of
the professor; but is it sincere? Does
he not study it as he would study and
fashion love ditty to me-possibly to
some other girl? Men are deceivers
ever. With wealth and luxuries Law
ished upon him he fingers upon the
retrospective glimpses of the past; his
ewes dimmed bv the subdued fadinp