The Dupuyer acantha. [volume] (Dupuyer, Mont.) 1894-1904, 1896-04-16
THE APPEAL TO Anne.
FROM ROGER.

yield to me now of all times! ms Is
a confession and prayer.
True, I might dissemble still. Chance
lends the ready garment.
But I am resolved I will have no
more lies. 1 will speak the truth, al
though 1 lose you. I never knew much
good to come Of lies.
Dear. if you love me much, this will
pain you bitterly. l should be glad to
die now, If SO I rightly might, that
you might think of me always as you
do now, and she might never know, or
be wounded in her faith and pride.
For me has been destined the doing
Of that wrong thing l look upon as the
deadliest of all. Treachery is the
crime, and the crime is mine.
Let me tell you again, you tender
woman, you dearest and noblest in the
world, how l love you. l think of you
constantly. l yearn for your sweet
companionship. You are my dear ideal
you are to me all peacefulness, and
WORTH and wisdom, and womanly
greatness, and incompatible grace.
1Ou are Tile pure ali " Ill.,
Dear, it is because my love for you
is the best that is in me that l am at
such pains to make my confession alb
solute. My heart grows imperious at
thought Of you, and leaps for the high
est course, though that bids for the
supernal sacrifice of losing y%ou-you,
so sweetly gained! Fol you l should
be happy to die now, heart IN hand.
1t would be sweet, l think, to die
now, to leave this black dilemma, to
| vanish utterly. And yet, while you
live. all splendor and all grace are
here!
Dear Anne, there is an
| other woman 1 have been making love
to-how l loathe to write the name
Doris Ewing, who loves me as l love
| you, and to whom l grew tender just
in hopelessness Of you.
So far away in the North you were,
50 like the Pigment Of a fond, impos-
sible ideal, and she here beside me,
dark-eyed and sweet. l loved her. So
often I said it-so sweetly she be-
lieved, and the habit grew. 81 love
| you," I said, ever when I knew that
love was just like. For often she was
but as a small craft on the heaving
sea Of my passion, the sea hat ran to
Its tlood-tide for you!
l told her repeatedly I loved her
and lied. Was it any the less a lie that
the spirit of romance was strong with
in me, and my heart-hunger made me
mad? l loved her in this fashion. say,
because she was loving, and my heart
was full of love.
1t did not come to me forcibly at
the time that l was lying. I had come
'II;tQ the habit Of her, and the words
uau 1T stick in my throat, as lies
uuay uH. did not despise myself.
with equanimity anu IN forget and So
1 lied ardently, and ~succe1.fulIv. What
a bad success it was!
Fol Doris loved me dearly, ana cried
over me a bit, now and then, l sus-
pect, and was beautiful and happy. I
wondered sometimes forgetting the
reasons that lay in my larger desire
YOU'D why did not really love her.
Such is my story, as well as / under
stand it.
She Is very sweet and 1 am very fond
of her. l seek to %extenuate nothing; 1
write h crude facts as / know them.
She has black hair and eyes, she is
very white and slender. with nesting
ways. She is nOt very learned CT rich.
bur patrician and proud; I'll agree that
she i" beautiful. Shn is dnb5Iair and
sweet. ard when l tilirk of you she is
rGth'ng 10 me-nCtbin,,
fGt | tried to love. Just in loves
despair, ard she was }anpy i'll the
main, ard I was half RS Sled. | st te
when | think of trns.
How pitiful 1t all We,
OFTEN she leaned. touch my shoulder.
and spoke with doWac1rt eyes.
"Do you really lolc me-"
very terderly."
'PaFsicnately?
"PaSsionately."
with all your heart?'
With all my heart
Forever"
Forever"
She mistiusted me TO more than the
day mistrusts the sun.
And Il night | sat late in nv room
thinking. 1t was cold: the wild wind
arose. kissing in the stark trees. out
in the cold sky the stars shune white
and multitudinous. There came to me
a Wauton mood; | foated with it. pen
slvc and relaxed. | had no wish to
change it, but desired only to sit peace
fully through the midnight until sleep
should come. to lightly conjecture and
mildly reflect. to clasp my knees by
the fire and await the fortunes of the
hour. Life had grown trivial.
And by degrees the thoughts Of YOU
came intensely and possessed me.
That was the night | wrote YOU that
mad long letter of alteration and de-
spair,
All, you We're to me impossible. I
had been half resigned. But that night
passion reigned. 1t was my dearest
tribute just to tell you of the love
mad for you. If 1t was madness it was
a sweet madness.
thought when your letter would
come | would sit for a while with If in
my hand, and dream the sweet, the ter
rible, the improbable-before | opened
1t to read your kind wording Il knew
it would be kind of what nv despair
taught me to expect.
Then the wires shot. stupefying ioy.
Everything! Why did YOU wait So
long,! Come to me now-at once,
give you ALL"
had the message brought there at
the street. l gazed blankly. Then
with realization came tumultuous
sweetness that was pain. Doris,
across the way. stopped singing.
Good news, Roger|
THE best, and the worst,'
oh! Tell me about it, when 1
come
*Do your eyebroys slope, and
your lips uncurlT
L have written it out. When she
| comes (She is coming soon) shall foil