The Cape Girardeau Democrat. (Cape Girardeau, Mo.) 1876-1909, 1899-12-30

est. II I might onry hope I should wor,
so hard to make myself worthy OF you
you are a perfect treasure. You may ~
JACK"
With a deepening flush on her cheeks
and a 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 mortais. for you promised to become
my wife, Who would rot be happy under
the c:rcumstaEces-for the man who gets
you gets e prize. indeed. 1 shall not say
what 1 shall try to co Tor you except that
if ,ove and devotion can make You happy,
sorrow ard sadness shall never know you.
Tonight you looked so pretty-your
ewes were brighter than ever / have seen
them. You looked happy. Oh, that you
NAV always look as You did tonight,
Sweetheart. l love you so much more
than ! can tell-more than I ever thought
myself capable Of loving anyone, and
when I think it over. / wonder how it all
came about. You did not try to make me
love you. neither did 1 try to make you
love me. until / found myself loving you
found that l must be with you to be happy.
Nov | am going to answer the precious
letter my own sweetheart wrote ME to-day.
How lovely it Isl II is just like her from
beginning to end.
IF. as you say, my love makes you
happy. il must be because you love me.
II Il 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 / know that you speak for the
best interests OF US both
YES. my darling, 1 want you to be sure
Of yourself. for I would not blight your
life ever so little.
Should I lose you, life would be little
worth the living. yet I would rather fose
YOU than ever see you unhappy.
You are unjust. to yourself in many
ways and rate yourself too low. You say
you don't understand yourself. Did
you ever know any one who could say
I Know myself?' Dearest. others know
US beSt-otherS see or faults and virtues
in a clearer light than we can see them.
/ shall not pretend that ! understand you,
for 1t has long been conceded that tie EiHd
is incomprehensible to man, but,
my sweetheart, all the faults you con-
fess to are dearer to me than other wom-
ems virtues. You are you. my darling. and
I love you as you are. That is clumsy,
but at best I can III express how dear you
me~
Your heart pltsis for me. but your
head does not. Tat shows good sound
ard I can oEiv hope that the heart
will get away wit. the head.
And now. my sw- I, as a guard against
l want yo to give up to a GER
ain extent your ma e admirers. 1 don't
mind their calls, l "a her like them. for 1
am proud 10 have my sweetheart a fayor
lite, but o must let shem know that you
belong to me and that l am a ~moropolist.
l can low you enough alone. they may
like you. ] can love YOU as much as you
love TO be ioveG-sO remt Eber. N tr!fing.
Il know. dearest, that you might have
chosen many men hardsomer. nobler,
than 1, but You will never find ore
who Will love you more than does
Your own devoted
JACK"
The third letter ran:
My Own Darling:
I believe the happiest day of my life