The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1899-12-28

est II I might Only hope I should wsrk
so hard to make myself worthy OF you--
you are a perfect treasure. You may al
ways believe me to be. Your own,
With deepening flush on her cheeks
and tender light shining in her eyes
she opened a second letter with fingers
that trembled slightly-such a sea OF
memories was surging over her.
1t began without date, but that she
could easily supply:
my Darling;
To-day you have made me the happiest
of mortals, for you promised TO become
my wife! Who would not be happy under
the circumstarces-for the man who gets
you gets a prize, indeed. ! shall not say
what l shall try to do for you except that
if love and devotion can make you happy,
sorrow ard sadness shall never know you.
Tonight you looked so pretty-your
eyes were brighter than ever | have seen
them. You looked happy. oh, that you
may always look as you did tonight!
Sweetheart, | love you so much more
than ] can tell-more than / ever thought
myself capable of loving anyone. and
when think it over, l wonder how it all
came about. You did not try to make me
love you, neither did I try to make you
love mes until l found myself loving you
found that / must be with you to be happy,
Now l am going TO answer the precious
letter my own sweetheart wrote me 20 day.
How lovely it is! 1t is just like her from
beginning to end.
"If as you say, my love makes you
happy, II must be because you love me.
If 1t were only love that you love, then you
would be happy in the love of any one OF
your many admirers.
Nothing that you say can hurt me,
dearest, for l know that you speak for the
best interests &c US both.
Eyes, my darling, l want you to be sure
of yourself, for l would not blight your
life ever so little.
Should l lose YOU life would be little
worth the living, yet would rather lose
| you than ever see you unhappy.
"You are unjust to yourself in many
ways and rate yourself too low. You say
| that you don't understand yourself. Die
| you ever know any one who could say
L know rlyself?' Dearest, others know
| us best-others see our faults and virtues
| in a clearer light than we can see them
| l shall not pretend that understand you
| for it has long been conceded that TIE mino
| feminine is incomprehensible to man, but
! oh, my sweetheart, all the faults you con
| fess to are dearer TO me than other WON
| EMS virtues. You are you, my darling, and
| I love you as you are. That is clumsy
| but at best l can i'll express how dear yot
| are TO me.
Your heart pleads for me- but YOU
head does not. That shows good SOUND
sense. and l can only hope that the hear
will get away with the head.
! and now, my sweet, as a guard agans
! fickleness l want you to give up to a GER
| tain extent your male admirers. l dom
| mind their calls, l rather like them, for
| am proud to have my sweetheart a favor
lite. but you must let them know that yol
| belong to me and that l IN a monopoist
l can love you enough alone, they may
like you. l can love yoI as much as 20,
| love to be loved-so remember, no trifling
II know, dearest, that you might have
chosen many men handsomer, nobler
richer than l, but YOU will never find on
who will love you more than does
Your own devoted
JACK"
The third letter ran:
my Own Darling:
Il believe the hap2iest day Of my lif