Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1898-01-29
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what brought me over here. Why ?
Because I could not live without her,
because when she was gone | became
aware of the real nature of my love
for her. All, dear friend! found
when it was too late that had never
loved before. No other woman left
an impression so deep, so cruel, so in
efaceable. And the feeling itself, too,
seemed novel, unprecedented, so en-
tirely unlike anything l had ever ex-
perienced before. 1t is still there (he
pointed to his heart) and will be there
to make life hell to me as long as l
exist.
"I abandoned thousand things
that held dear and came over here
in search of her-in a quixotic search
for her. Was it not foolish, seeing
that knew not even in what city she
had settled9 And yet-and here l
come to the most appalling part of it
I did meet her in this city and at the
same time 1 did not; but 1 hope to
come across her again, although may
be chasing golden sunset. But be it
as it may, 1 neither have the courage
to give it up and to return to my
home, nor do I enjoy single hours
rest in this city.
II had searched high and low for
her in New York and in Chicago,
where the Swedish colony is much
larger, but all in vain. | had aban-
doned all hope and was nerving my
self up to leave this country and to
try to forget the whole episode as a
romantic tale, which could never be-
come invested in flesh and blood, when
this very day year ago L caught sight
of her in an elevated train on Second
avenue. Yes, I saw her seated by an
open window it was beautiful day
in September, like this. But it seemed
fate had only intended it for joke on
me-for the most cruel joke it ever
played upon a helpless being. All,
only Tantalus and myself are familiar
with this kind of torture.
eyes, she was in an uptown train
while I was in car on the opposite
track. I looked at her back without
recognizing her, but just as the two
trains began to move in opposite direc-
tions, she faced about, and-and-it
was she! Excuse me, dear stranger,
you don't see me crying, do you :?
And there is no lump in my throat,
either. l am not overcome as / tell
you this-no more, at least than usual,
than every day, for my poor heart is
always crushed every time think OF
it-and when don't think of it?"
"Did you call to her?" the English
man queried.
"Did 1! 1 came near jumping out
of the window. But she did not hear
meat least, she did not seem to. l
rushed out of the train at the very
next station and idiotically boarded
an uptown one, and-and have been
wretch ever since.
II have spent many whole days and
many dollars riding up and down the
same road in the hope of meeting her
once more, but in vain, in vain, in
vain"
The Englishman was deeply touch
ed, although he tried not to show it.
He came away with the Swedish girls
full name in his memorandum book
and with secret determination to DO
what he could for his eccentric friend.
He thought the Dane had not con-
Quoted his search in practical man
ner, and he decided in his mind to see
if he could not be more successful.
The idea of discovering the young
woman and presenting her to his love-
lorn friend took a firm grip upon the
misanthropic bachelors mind, and
little by little became the great ambi-
ton of his lonely days. He had a
little independence of $4,000 or So 900,
and half of it he set aside for adver-
tisements and other expenses which
the pursuit of his all-absorbing object
might involve. Having learned from
the Dane that his beloved had taught
French and embroidery he framed his
advertisements in the "want" columns
of English and German dailies, accord
ingly, in addition to having "personal"
notices inserted in the various Scandi-
navian weeklies of this country.
A month passed, another and Il
third. Every evening his landlady
would hand him a pile of letters.
They bore all sorts of signatures and
plenty of Swedish names in their num-
Der, but the one name which had be-
come his idee fxe was not there.
The two friends met at the library
as usual, and frequently took supper
together. Their intimacy grew apace,
though the Englishman listened more
than he talked.
"You aren't crank at ALL" he once
reassured the Dane. "You're queer a
little bit, that's about all. If you met
your good lady and got married you
might settle down."
"Ah, dear fellow" sighed the other,
without the remotest suspicion of what
the Englishman was doing for him.
One evening, as the mechanic sat
rummaging through his bulky mail, he
l.