The herald. [microfilm reel] (Los Angeles [Calif.]) 1893-1900, 1898-08-21

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could not support her in the style In which
she was living, and told her SO several
times. On Easter Monday left her in
tears. For a month she wrote me almost
every day. In the middle of May she
came to New York and telegraphed me to
come to see her at once. 1 went immedi-
ately, and she received me very lovingly
and said
Now dearest De Vivo, came here with
the intention that we must get married at
once. I cannot live any longer without
you, unless you would like to see me in
lunatic asylum. = You will not. l
know, live on my income. You
are such a gentleman. l will give you
whatever money you want as loan,
and when you make enough you can
repay me-"
was crazy in love with her, as she was
with me, and could not refuse, and with
tears of pleasure running down my cheeks.
replied: Yes, my dearest child in the
world. You return at once to Philadelphia.
and come back tomorrow. if possible, and
1 will marry YOU
1 am unable to describe such loving
scene as that which ensued after my reply,
and in half an hour she packed her trunk
and l accompanied her to the railroad sta
ton. She came back at noon the day af-
ter. l met her at the station and we
drove to Mr.. Cummings church, on East
Twenty-eighth street, and he married us.
From there We drove to the High Bridge no.
tel, where we passed a week or more of the
honeymoon. 1t was the quickest work l
ever did. 1t was love at first sight a
courtship of ten weeks, and happy mar
ried life that in May next will have con-
tnued for forty years.
The arrangements for the funeral have
not yet been completed.
The Constant Carper
The critical faculty is all very well in its
way and when called into action by the
foibles of our neighbors, but when 1t is
directed against the individual ego, it be-
comes a burden, and he who exercises 1t
is thorn of portentous proportions in
quivering flesh. 1t is not, however, the
professional critic, the man who is paid
whom any, save hystericai lady novelists
or thin-skinned actresses, would reproach.
Critics of all kinds direct our taste, and
tell us de gustibus non est disputandum,
that is ION a question of artistic merit.
don't you venture to hold an opinion. Leave
it to us, your intellectual advisers, who
know" We obey, for we revere and esteem
these professional gentlemen. We have nc
quarrel with them; it is the daily and
hourly critic who earns our maledfctions,
and against whom we long to invoke the
aid of gods and heroes.
There are some men who seem to have
been born into this world for the sole pur.
pose of smelling out imperfections, and
they pursue their vocation with a praise
worthy persistence that leaves them little
leisure for the enjoyment of anything bu
the caviare of carping. Accompany one
of this sort to dinner, and it Is safe to
bet that the soup is cold, the fish long
since defunct, the entree tasteless and the
mutton tough. The carpers companion
loses all enjoyment and pleasant interest
in cooking at sound Of such ratings, while
the naughty carper eats on, no whit dis
turbed by his own structures and jackets his
friend for his lack of appetite After din.
ner the theater brings no turn to captious
complaints. Were ever seats so uncom
Portable? Was written ever such twaddle.
And great Scott, did players ever live who
played so ill?" There is little pleasure r
life passed in the immediate vicinity of E
"grumblish by birthish," as the washer
woman dubbed her lady help, aid the an
noying part of 1t is that the grumber Is the
only one of his circle who remains seren,
and undiscouraged. Nothing upsets him
He has no idols and so smashes every othel
body's without the smallest fear OF re
prisals. 1t is he who points out defects Ii
our favorte author. 1t is his ear which de
tects the fiat notes of our pet singer He i
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that fairies do not exist and that the mar
in the moon has no being. The old Adam
rises in downtrodden man till he yearn!
to find the iconoclasts best corn that h,
may stamp on 1t; longs to discover ant
bring down from its secret cupboard hi.
private skeleton that its bones may b.
made to rattle for all to hear.-Londof
Globe.