Griggs courier. (Cooperstown, Griggs Co., Dak. [N.D.]) 1885-1902, 1899-05-18
The Love That Was
Photographed
L-H1s CYLINDER.
OBSERVATION-DISCLOSURES

MY DARLING CYNTHIA: The pho
M nograph has just arrived, and I
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-chilliness of words in
black and white. Turning his head:
''Why the deuce she should get such an
ideai'D Yet, after all, how can I speak
to You ON a faceless and thoughtless
photograph, when it is your face that
am dying to see and your little ear
that am dying to whisper into? The
sight Of you is the only thing that sat
isfies me, so how can be satisfied with
such q worldly, callous thing as q pho
nograph? And, if ones heart is not sat
listed, how can one say the things that
one feels, the things that stir in ones
-erheart? take out your photo
graph take out your (Where on
earthly AS say, darling, I take out
your photograph from the pocket near
my heart, where it lives dash the
thing! It's Belinda's!), to pretend
am speaking to your own sweet little
self. But at the sight of it I can only
be dumb and think of you. And when
am thinking of you, telling over your
beauties to my deepest heart, how can
be SO soulless as to pour out my soul
on q photograph, of all inert things?
CWho'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 squeaking cylinder. (But that's
the tape, John. Where are you, John?
John! See if Catar.ltes runs in the
fest race. Thanks. Now go.) And it
is just that connecting link, squeaking
cylinder and gaping tube though it is,
tf.st brings such heavenly joy to my
soul. Oh, Cynthia, man would serve
and wait for years, man would make
no end of fool of hin..elf only for love
of you! For one kiss could give up all
that other men call happiness. (How
on earth am to chuck Belinda, don't
know. ! suppose man must, though.)
Dearest, what did you, what could
You mean last night by asking me if
had ever loved anyone else? How can
you doubtme Do doubt you? Twas
Mortified. Such spirit is the ruin of
married life. The woman who would
be happy must trust her husband abso-
lutely. When is q man safe if little
unfiedged goose like you-ahem!-I
mean, never, never, darling, let your
self say such thing again. It was al
most treachery to me for you to even
think it. Could man love as devoted
~, Systematically as I love you,
rich though you are, if he had ever
given thought to another woman?
Could man look into your eyes if he
had ever looked with love into anoth-
er 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 I am
called away, but the whole world
should wait rather than I'd miss 'phon-
ing you, as promised. (By Jove,
though, if I don't look sharp over the
thing I'll miss that Goodwood special!
Hang it all! must see Catapeltes run
his first race.) I would give anything
to come and drive with you in the park
instead Of shaving here. Chat reminds
me must return that brougham.
Il will do up nicely for Cynthia.) But
shall net ne able to do more than dine
with you tonight, darling. Work
presses me very hard, and / want to
clea. of everything before our mar.
riage. You little know the incessant
toll Of my life, she constant sacrifice Of
pleasure to the one dull grind. But
darling, It is all worth while. would
do hundred times as much for your
sake.