The Colfax chronicle. [volume] (Colfax, Grant Parish, La.) 1877-1981, 1899-06-17
The Love That Was
Photographed
Ibis CYLINDER.
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IvI 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-chilliness of words in
black and white. Turning his head:
''Why the deuce she should get such an
ideal") Yet, after all, how can speak
to you on 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 worldly, callous thing as pho
isfied, how can one say the things that
one feels, the things that stir in ones
-er-heart? l take out your photo
graph take out your where on
earthly AS l say, darling, take out
your photograph from the pocket near
my heart, where it lives dash the
thing! It's Belinda's!, to pretend i
am speaking to your own sweet little
self. But at the sight of it can only
be dumb and think of you. And when
am thinking of you, telling over your
beauties to my deepest heart, how can
i be SO soulless as to pour out my soul
on 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 connecting link be-
tween us, even if it is only represented
by squeaking cylinder. Dut that's
the tape, John. Where are you, John?
John! See if Catapeltes runs in the
first race. Thanks. Now go.) And it
is just that connecting link, squeaking
cylinder and 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 could give up all
that other men call happiness. (How
on earth am to chuck Belinda, don't
know. Isuppose 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? Twas
Mortified. Such q spirit is the ruin of
married life. The woman who would |
be happy must trust her husband abso-
lutely. When is man safe if little
unfledged goose like you-ahem!-I
mean, never, never, darling, let your
self say such thing again. 1t was al |
most treachery to me for you to even
think it. Could man love as devoted |
~, as-er-unselfishly as i love you.
rich though you are, if he had ever
given a 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 1 am
called away, but the whole world
should wait rather than Id miss 'phon-
ing you, as l 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. THAT reminds
me-il-- must return that brougham.
IL will do up nicely for Cynthia.) But
shall not be able to 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. Iwould
do hundred times As much for your
1aks ~@.