The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1895-06-23

/ quierO"'-he exclaimed. and then they
| parted for the last time. But in those
I months Of their acquaintance Maru wrote
/ many beautiful letters 20 the young wo-
man-ietters which. even In the transla-
I ton. bear many characters Of his refined
and poetic nature. In one Of them he
/ said:
In the shadOWy corners Of my room
! there seems to whisper as II softly dlsput-
I ing with the empty air. a little voice that
troubles me Within me- like song, /
hear voice that now never shall cease
/ 10 hear. know, alas. the realities OF lie
and the terrible impossibilities Of arrans-
ing il 10 meet the desires Of noble SOUL
and a compassionate man who may live
20 my years without being burdened with
slaveries and anguishes. But know also
that life is impOssible-and more fright
full than any death could be-if one must
live with the soul in solitude. with every
hope shattered and falling TO the eartn
like flag rent in pieces. ! know that Il
one would live out ones life with dignity
TO the end although one may not know the
greatest happiness, u needs that anOtneI
soul come In the hour OF agony and OF
despair to console and strengthen and to
give new life to our own / would never
be an instant at thy side if l believed
wrought thee any harm. feel that
could bear thee as a little wounded bird
in the palms of my hand. And again see
thee as when we parted last-walking
slowly, slowly, as if reluctant to leave
me, and each step Of thine is as a kiss.
For after knowing me thou shalt suffer
less: never even in thy greatest loneliness
shalt thou feel thyself alone. Thou shalt
turn to me and live day and night in
my heart-as a bird in its nest. 1 have
seen the birds IN their happy nests in the
depths Of our mountains, and thou recall
est them to me. The happiest life that is
possible in the world is that of love and
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light: would that it might have been ours!
But still one may know sufficient of it to
sustain and give courage for the rest of
ones life. Thy desire to see me to-day
thy pious and eloquent desire, reveals
to me that between thee and me is that
strange and divine power born only of
the exchange and union of two suffering
souls. Thy face is before me. and l seem
to feel myself filled with the light of thine
eyes. And here, with soul newly kindled,
here / sit in my empty ROOM"
At another time he wrote:
This poor old head of mine could neither
hear nor see when it arrived late last
night at its resting place, l passed the
night as in a tempest. With the first free
moment / am writing TO thee. I see thee
constantly close to mel see thee as thou
art, and l only know thee; there is no
lovelier little head nor soul more brave
and true. A warmth and fragrance seem
TO come to me from thee. and l think of
a white flower in a case Of crystal purity.
l know the horror and the GOODNESS of
the world. l know of an. old tree that
loves thee-an3 old tree that loves thee
vainly and suselessly, and that is leafless
and nearly dead
Much would l give to have thee at my
! side in this empty lonely room. The silence
calls to thee, and l suffer a delicious pain,
as if 1 saw thee and saw thee not at the
same instant. And it is the first pain that
/ have felt since yesterday bade thee fare
enchanting - daE2Sa day s. pure.
me as a newly kindled light and a flower
walking AMONG men. And there, where thy
hand rested upon" the doorsiof the book
| case. foolish foolish foolish, I could kiss
the wood that knew thy delicate fingers.
In another letter he said:
IAN the august dignity or my SOUL brave
and yet delicate, l felt this afternoon. l
would not speak to thee of my trouble Of
! heart-a trouble that is almost anger. 1
| would only that thou shOuldest know that
| thou are not alOne-that thy life shall not
| pass on the earth without one to love thee
and to esteem thee. And / know that a
| great and brave soul needs hardly more
than this In order TO live. The solitude of
the heart is that which is horrible Thou
art not alone. Suffer, coptentel1y, e thou
must suffer- thou art not aione. Try letter
In Spanish Is very beautiful and The first
words entered into my heart so deeply that
they seem to me as If had stood with arms
open and thou hadst come, softly towards
me and my arms had closed about
thCe. Thou canst see that until
a letter comes to me from thee scarcely
know how 10 begin my work. Thou know
est how to write in English as few know
how but thou canst not say in English
what thou hast said in Spanish I'm thy let
tpr inc xt-lfa haG
it seems to me as if a feather had fallen
from the wing Of bird Of paradise-fG!len,
shining with rainbow hues.
/ wouldst that might haye been ,.-r-
versing with thee from the moment of
waking this morning. Never shall forget
those sorrowful and honest eyes of thine
bidding me goodby. Never shall I cease to
see that sorrowful little head before me
There are things that one may not cease
to see until the hour of ones death. There
are souls that one feels growing within
one, as a flower in porcelain.
Worldly wise-in other words, filled full
to the lips with principle and the decorous
ideas of the world-the young lady felt
that she could not afford osgive this great
man any affection that might a. any time
be turned to reflect unpleasantly upon her
She had had her own romance, and was
somewhat cynical and incredulous. She
was capable of bitter remarks at times,
even to Marti, for whom she had a pro-
found respect She would never marry
she would believe in no man as a lover
And with an increasing sense of right and
/ conVentionality on her part and of hope
fulness and misery on his, the romance OF
Jose Marti dragged to an end. In his last
letter to her he said: 1T may be that you
will love some one: 1t may be that you
will be reconciled to the lover who caused
you such pain before we met. 1t may be
that you will believe in him again, and
consent 10 unite yourself to him for life
And when that time comes-remember
have told you this--I shall be lying deaC
with a bullet of the enemy In my suffering
heart. And so l shall not grieve; and thou
mayst be happy.