The Goodland republic. [volume] (Goodland, Kan.) 1891-1907, 1900-08-31

mother but young at heart as the glrl
herself.
The wOman's gray hairs told OF the
years that had shed their joys and
sorrows upon her, but her eyes we're
still bright with unforgotten youth
A certain calm and cheerfulness
which comes to many people only with
age, contrasted strangely with the
tense, emotional restlessness Of the
girl
The girl was young, and like all
young people, full Of theories, founded
on speculation and q few small ex-
periences.
"Men," she said sagely, "never IoYe.
They do not know what affection is.
What is love in woman, in man is only
a mixture Of seIfshness, jealousy,
vanity and EantOn fancy.
"a man sees a pretty face and is
attracted to its owner. He pays her a
few attentions and many compliments,
and if she remains Indifferent to him,
he grows more ardent, not from love
but from a selfish desire for mastery
which seeks to accomplish what seems
hardest to accomplish.
"If she is admired by other men and
rival enters the field, the first ad-
mirer becomes jealous and determined
to show the world that no one can out
shine him in his lady's favor. It is not
in his affections but in his vanity that
he is wounded. As long as he is jeal
Gus or uncertain he is constant, but if
a woman really likes him and shows it
and is true to him, il she tries to please
him and unselhshly gives up her pleas
ure for his, he repays her kindness
with neglect and her love with disgust.
The more little gentle ways she has of
showing her affection the less the cOur-
| tesy with which he treats her. 1t does
not matter what her beauties or virtues
or intellect may be, if she is not fair to
other men and lacks the virtue of real
! or assumed Indifference and the wit to
make him jealous she soon loses all
charms for him.
"Why, men themselves, admit it, as
Owen Meredith in Lucille when be
puts these words into the mouth Of his
hero
'Coquette7 Not at all;
Twas her own fault, not she;
L had loved her the better had she less loved me.
The heart Of a mans like that delicate weed
Which needs to be trampled on boldly indeed
! Ere it gives forth the fragrance you wish to
extract,
| It's a smile, trust me, If not new, exact
"a girl may have what is generally
called a mans Lore if she is bright or
unscrnpulOus enough to work on his
vanity, but the game isn't worth the
candle for no mans love lasts long. I
doubt if there ever was a case where it
lasted life time"
The girl was quite out of breath
from the length and eIOquence Of her
harangue. The woman had listened
attentively as though she we're reading
between the lines the story Of the girls
short life.
A half smile Of amusement lurked
about her lips but her face became
grave at the girls last statement and
sOftened as though she was thinking
Of other days.
my dear" she said at last, "you are
rather hard on the poor men, but fear
your ideas are founded on limited OBJ
ser7atiOn. You are young yet and
your theories apply to boys with char
acter and tastes yet uniformed. Perhaps
you do not understand men. Some
times it takes a life time to understand
one.
81 remember when was girl, quite
q few summers ago, a young man used
to come out from the city to visit me
/ at our summer home among the noun
tains. 1t was q beautiful place, near a
little lake, among the most picturesque
scenery.
ave used to row and fish together
and spend hours among the hooks of
the woods and mountains, whenever we
could elude the vigilance Of my step
mother.
Il was full Of life and fun then, and
while I liked Tom, I loved to tease him,
just out Of mischief, and he always
went away with a feeling that Lou
didn't care
81 never meant to make him think
so, but I did not know how deeply
little things I said and did wounded
him.
@When We went home in the fall he
wrote to me. Ny stepmOther objected
and positively forbid it and father lent
his sanction to her objection. But
didn't care, and the fact that it was
forbidden made me the more deter
mined to carry on the correspondence.
So I had him address his letters to
brother Jack, who was in love, too, at