The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1899-06-08
Observation-Disclosures
s The Love That Was ,
s Photographed
1MAM1MS1.SASmHmHn SAI
Ibis CYLINDER.

MY DARLING CYNTHIA: The pho
wi nograph has just arrived, and |
hasten to act on your charming idea
that we should hear each other talk
when we are apart instead of only hav-
ing the-er-chillnes of words in
black and white. Turning his head:
'Why the deuce she should get such an
idea!"0 Yet, after all. how can | speak
to you on a faceless and thoughtless
photograph, when it is your face that
| am dying to see and your little ear
that l am dying to whisper into? The
sight of you is the only thing that sat
isles me. so how can | be satisfied with
such worldly, callous thing as a pho
nograph? And if ones heart is not sat
isfied, how can one say the things that
one feels, the things that stir in ones
-er-heart? | take out your photo
graph take out your (Where on
earthly AS | say, darling, take out
your photograph from the pocket near
my heart, where it lives dash the
thing! It's Beinda's!). to pretend |
am speaking to your own sweet little
self But at the sight of il | can only
be dumb and think of you. And when
| am thinking of you, telling over your
beauties to my deepest heart. how can
l be so soulless as to pour out my soul
on a phonograph, of all inert things?
who's that? John? Come in. No.
not whisky this morning; brandy and
soda.) The one thing that gives me
happiness is the thought that, though
apart. there is a connecting link be
tween us, even if it is only represented
by a squealIing cylinder. (But that's
the tape, John. Where are you, John?
John! See if Catapeltes runs in the
first race. Thanks. Now go.) Ana it
is just that connecting link, squeaking
cylinder End gaping tube though it is.
that brings such heavenly joy to my
soul. Oh. Cynthia, man would serve
and wait for years. man would make
no end of fool of himself only for love
of you. For one kiss l could give up all
that other men call happiness. How
on earth am to chuck Belinda. don't
know. | suppose man must, thought
Dearest, what did you, what could
you mean last night by asking me if
had ever loved anyone else? How can
you doubt me? Do doubt you? was
Mortified. Such a spirit is the rusl of
married life. The woman who would
be happy must trust her husband abso-
lutely. When is a man safe if little
untiedged goose like you hem.-I
mean, never, never, darling, let your
self say such a thing again. 1t was al
most treacherY to me for you to even
think it. Could a man love as devoted
ly, as-er-unseltishiy as ! love you.
rich though you are, if he had ever
given a thought to another woman?
Could a man look into your eyes if he
had ever looked with love into anoth-
err woman's? You know he couldn't.
Let that be our last word on the sub
ject. | forgive you, SO don't cry your
pretty eyes out.
| am simply inundated with business
this morning. Every moment | am
called away, but the whole world
should wait rather than I'd miss 'phon-
ing you, as | promised. (By Jove.
though, if | don't look sharp over the
thing I'll miss that Goodwood special!
Hang it all! must see Catapeltes run
his first race) l would give anything
to come and drive with you in the park
instead of shaving here. Chat reminds
me-B- must return that brougham.
1t will do up nicely for Cyhthia.J Bat
| shall not be ablSto do more than dine
with you tonight, darling. Work
presses me very hard, and | want to
clear off everything before our mar
riage. You little know the incessant
toll of my life, the constant sacrifice of
pleasure to the one duh grind. But,
darling, it is all worth while. would
do hundred times as much for your
sake.