Warren sheaf. [volume] (Warren, Marshall County, Minn.) 1880-current, 1899-05-18
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The Love That Was
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Ibis CYLINDER.

MY DARLING CYNTHIA: The pho
1V 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 he-er-chillines of words in
black and white. Turning his head:
s'Why the deuce she should get such an
idea!') Yet, after all, how can speak
to you on faceless and thoughtless
photograph, when it is your face that
I am dying to see and your little ear
that am dying to whisper into? The
sight of you is the only thing that sat-
isles me, so how can I be satisfied with
such worldly, callous thing as 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? I take out your photo
graph take out your (Where on
earthly AS I say, darling, I take out
your photograph from the pocket near
my heart, where it lives dash the
thing! It's Belinda'sD, to pretend 1
am speaking to your own sweet little
self. But at the sight of it can only
be dumb and think of you. And when
I 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 a connecting link be-
tween us, even if it is only represented
BY squealling cylinder. (But that's
the tape, John. Where are you, John?
John! See if CataF=ltes runs in the
fist 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, a man would serve
and wait for years, man would make
no end of a 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, I don't
know. I suppose man must, thought
Dearest, what did you, what could
you mean last night by asking me if
1 had ever loved anyone else? How can
you doubt me? 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 man safe if little
a1nfedged goose like you-ahem!-I
mean, never, never, darling, let your
self say such a thing again. It was al
most treachery to me for you to even
think it. Could man love as devoted
Ay, as-er-unselfshly DIS I love you,
rich though you are, if he had ever
given thought to another woman?
Gould 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. I 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 I 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 b -- must return that brougham.
It will do up nicely for Cynthia.) But
I shall net be able to do more than dine
with you tonight, darling. Work
presses me very hard, and want to
clea. off everything before our mar
riage. You little know the incessant
toll Of my life, tho constant sacrifice of
pleasure to the one dull grind. But,
darling, it is all worth while. Il would
do q hundred times as much for your
sake. 6 4. ..