Lexington gazette. [volume] (Lexington, Va.) 1871-1962, 1899-07-19
THE LOVE THAT WAS PHONOz
GRAPHED.
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graph has just arrived, and I hasten tc
act on your charming idea that VI
should hear each other talk when We
are apart instead Of only having the
er-chiIliness Of words in black and
white. Turning his head: "Why the
deuce she should get such an idea !'')
Yet, after all, how can I speak to you
. on facelesG and thoughtless phono-
graph, when it is your face that I am
dying to see and your little ear that ]
am dying to whisper intos The sight
OF you il the only thing that satisfies
, nae. 50 how can I be satisfed with such
q worldly, cAllous thing as . phouo-
graphi And, IL ones heart is moi
sstis6ed, how can one say the things
that one feels, the things that stir in
ene's-er-hsarti take out your
photograph take out your where
on earthly As I say. darling, take
out your photograph from the pocket
near my heart where it lives dash the
thingI It's Belinda'sD, 10 pretend I
am speaking to your own sweet little
self. But at the sight Of il I can only
be dunb and think Of you. And when
am thinking Of yed, telling over your
beauties TO my deepest heart, how can
be 70 Soulless az to pour out my soul
on . phonoeraph, OF ell inert things :
/ who's thati joint Come in. No.
not whisksy this morning; brandy and
soda.) The one thing that gives me
happiness is the thought that. though
apart, there is = connecting link be-
tween Us. even il it Is only represented
BY e squsaking cylinder. (But that's
the tape, John. Where ara you, joint
John! See il CAtapeltes runs in the
hrst race. Thanks. Now co. And it
IL just that connecting link, squsAking T
cylin der and gaping tube slough it il, I
kat brings such heavenly Joy to my
soul. Oh, Cynthia, a man would serve
and wait for years, . man would make I
no end Of ioOlof himself only for love !
OF you'll For one kiss I could give up /
all thst other men call happiness. (How
on earth I am to chuck Belinda, don't
know. I suppose a man must. though.)
Dearest, what did you, what could
you mean last night by asking me If I
had ever loved anyone else ? How can
you doubt met Do doubt you was
horri6ed. Such a spirit is the ruin Of
married life. The woman who would
be happy must trust her husband abSo-
utely. When is man safe il little
lnhedged goose like you-Ahem!-IA
mean, never, never, darling, let yourself
ny such a thing again. It was almost
rsaohery to me for You 10 even think 4
t. Could o man lore % deyotedIy,
as love yos, rish
hOugh you are, II he had ever given q
bought to another woman! Could al
nan look into your eyes if he had ever 9
boxed with love into another womAnis4h
.ou know he couldn't. Let that be '
ur last word on the subject. I for
i've you, 50 don't cry your pretty eyes
ut. t-tm ,uH lq
am simply inundated with business II
ais morning. Every moment / am 0
llled away, but the whole world should ]
ait rather than I'd miss phoning you, n
promised. (Bt JOvss though, if 0
ont look sharp over the thing I'll miss q
lat 0oodwood speciAlia Hang IL all 81
must see CatApelsesrun bis first race q
would give anything to, come and 81
rive with you in the park instead Of sc
aving here. Chat reminds me B. n
ust return that brougham. It will 81
up nicely for Cynthia.) Bail shall s.
1t be able to do more than dine with Il
~ tonight. darling. Work presses A
Q very hard, and ! want to clear of 4
erythinR before our marriage. You q
tie know the incessant toll Of my lifr, y
Q constant sacrifice of pleasure 70 OF
Q one dull grind. But. dA, ling, it is IN
worth while. I would do y hund- MOI
d times as much for your sake. tal
When We are married there mustn't /
care in the world. Aud how . ,oa co
1T will bel Only three weeks Yes. hs
linda must clear out Of that Monte
rio house. BY the by, why not spend g
honeymoon THEREBY Oh, the d.
ought Of three weeks to-day (oY To- ~
'rrowD stirs my soul 10 its sesy LEI
pits. eyes. Irang John. Brandy fo'
d curacao. And call nae . cab.) ne
And now. my dearest own, I must To-
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