Cañon City record., 1901-04-18


loved. but loved 1t all the more for
that How we love playing at grief
and death, the two things that must
come before 1t is their due timei
took look at my world for three most
mortal hours last night trying to see
you out Of it And. oh, how close 1t
kept bringing me! almost heard you
breathe and was forever wondering.
Can we ever be nearer or love each
other more than we do? For that we
should each want a sixth sense and a
second soul, and II would still be only
the same spread out over larger terri
tory. prefer TO keep 1t Nesting close
In Its present Limitations. where II feels
like growing pain" Children have
II in their legs. we in our hearts.
! am growing sleepy as | write and
feel am sending you a aull letter. my
penalty for doing as you forbade.
sat up from half past l to quarter
% to see cur shadow go over heaven.
didn't sse much-the sky was too pie
oald-but l was not disappointed, as
had never watched the darkness into
dawn Ike that before. and il was inter
esting TO hear all the persons awaking
cocks at half past 4, frogs Immediate
ly after then pheasants and various
others following. ! was cuddled close
up against my window, throned In a
big armchair. with many pillows, a
spirit lamp. cocoa. bread and butter
and buns, SO | Jared well. Just after
the pheasants and the first qucrulous
fidgetings of hungry blackbirds comes
. zfaff sa1A lao
and Benny, secretive and important, Is
fussing his way to the shrubbery. when
instinct or real sentiment prompts him
to look up at my window. He gives a
whimper and wag and goes on l try
to persuade myself that he didn't see
me and that he does this other morn
ings when | am not thus peryersely
bolttered up in rebellion and peeriDg
through blinds at wrong hours. Isn't
there something pathetic in the very
idea that a dog may have a behind
your back attachment of that sort that
every morning he looks up at an unre-
sponsive blank and wags and goes by?
l heard him very happy in the shrubs
moment after. he and q pheasant, l
fancy, dIsputing over a question OF
fast three hours later. looking positive
ly fresh, and wants 10 know why l am
yawninE.
Most mornings he brings your letter
up to my room in his mouth. II is old
Nan-nans joke, She only sends up
yours SO ard pretends II is Benjy's own
clever selection. l pretend that too. to
him. and be thinks he is doing some
thing. The other morning ] was
we'll BenJy hears splashing and tires
of waiting. or his mouth waters An
extra can of hot water happens to
stand AT the door. and therein he de
posits his treasure-mine. | mean-and
retires. saying nothing. The conse-
quence is when l open three minutes
after his first scratch find you all un-
gummed and swimming. your beautiful
handwriting bieared and smesred. so
that no eye but mine could have read
IT Benjy's shame when showed him
what he had done WAS wonderful
How II rejoices me to write quite
foolish things to you-tha. can
helps TO explain great deal in the up
above order OF things which | never
took in when | was merely young and
frivolous, one must have touched a
grave side OF life before one can take
in that heaven is not opposed TO laugh
ter
My eye has just caught hack at what
/ have written. and the little death"
runs through me just because | wrote
grave side IL shouldn't, but loving
has made me superstitious. The hap
piness seems too great How can it go
on? keep thinking: This is not life.
You are too much for me, my dearest.
me today-this morning! Ride over. I
am willing It, Ny own dearest, you
must come. II you don't, what shall |
believer That love cannot outdo space.
that when you are away l cannot reach
you by willing. But | can. Come TO
mel You shall see my arms open to
you as never before. What is itg You
must be coming. have more love in
me after all than knew.
All. know, ! wrote grave side"
and all my heart is in arms against the
treason. With us 1t is not It'll death
us do part We leap 1t altogether and
are clasped on the other side.
My dear. my dear, lay my head
down on your hesrti love you,
post this TO show how certain l am.
AT l. today shall see you.
LETTER XIV.
Beloved-l look at this ridiculous lit
tie Nib now running like a plow along