The Princeton union. [volume] (Princeton, Minn.) 1876-1976, 1896-02-27
THE APPEAL TO ANNE.
FROM ROGER.

| FROM ROGER.
You are my friend. Therefore | am
sure of your patience. N dearest
yield to me now of all times! This is
"a confes sion and prayer.
True, / might dissemble still. Chance
lends the ready garment.
But am resolved / will have no
more lies. I will speak the truth, al
though lose you II never knew much
good to come of lies.
Dear, if you love me much, this will
pain you bitterly. should be glad to
die now. it so 1 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 look upon as the
deadhest 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 I love you. / think of you
constantly. l yearn for your sweet
companionsllip. You are my dear ideal
you are to me all peacefulness, and
worth, and wisdom, and Womanly
| greatness, and Incompatible grace.
You are the pure air to me.
|. . Dear, it is because my love for you
is the best that is in me that 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 you-you,
SO sweetly gained! For you 1 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!
IS Dear Anne, there is an
other woman have been making love
to-how loathe to write the name
Doris Ewing; who loves me as love
In hopelessness Of you.
So far awaySin the North you were,
so like the Pigment of fond, impos-
sible ideal, and she here beside me,
| ark-eyed and sweet. I loved her So
often said it-so sweetly she be-
lieved, and the habit grew. 81 love
you,p 1 said, even when Il knew that
love was just like. For often she was
but as a small craft on the heaving
sea of my passion, the sea that ran to
it's t1ood-tide for you!
I told her repeatedly I loved her
and lied. Was it any the less lie that
the spirit Of romance was strong with
in me, and my heart-hnnger made me
mad? | 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 was lying. had come
into the habit Of her, and the words
did not stick in my throat, as lies
usually do. [ did not despise myself
My duplicity learned to contemplate
with equanimity and to forget, and so
i [ lied ardently, and successfully. What
a bad success it was! ass
For Doris loved me dearly, and cried
over me a bit, now and then, I sus-
pect, and was beautiful and happy. 1
wondered sometimes forgetting 1.-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. H.
She is very sweet and am very fond
Of her. seek to extenuate nothing;
write the crude facts as I know them.
She has black hair and eyes, she is
very white and slender, with nesting
ways. She is not very learned or rich
but patrician and proud; all agree that
| she is beautiful. She is debonair and
sweet, and when think of you she is
nothing to me-nothing!
But tried tos love, just in loves
despair, and she was happy in the
main, and was half resigned / stifie
| when I think of that
How pitiful it all was!
Often she leaned, touch my shoulder,
and spoke with downcast eyes.
''Do you really love meT'
| very tenderly.'
"Pas sionately
.sPassionately."
with all your hearth
with all my heart
''Forevery'
Forever"
She mistrusted me no more than the
day mistrusts the sun.
And one night I 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 shOne white
and multitudinous. There came to me
a wanton mood; I foated with it, pen
sive and relaxed. I 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.
4 That was the night I 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. It was my dearest
tribute just to tell you of the love l
had for you. If it was madness it was
a sweet madness.
\ I thought when your letter would
come would sitsfor while with It in
my hand, and dream the sweet. the ter
rible, the improbab bic before I opened
it to read your kind wording G knew
i it would be kind Of what my despair
taught me to expect.