CanÌƒon City record. [volume] (CanÌƒon City, Colo.) 1883-192?, 1901-03-21

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have done. because love you. dearest.
Also I am quicker In my apprehen-
slons and have more joy and more fear
In me than had before. And II this
seems to be all about myself. II is all
about you really, beloved.
Last week one OF my dearest old
friends. our rector. died-a character
you, too, would have loved. He was
q father TO the whole village. rather
stern of speech and no respecter Of
persons. Yet he made a very generous
allowance for those who did not go
through the church door to find their
salvation. I often went only because
I loved him. and he knew II.
went for that reason alone last
Sunday. The whole village WIS full
OF closed blinds. and Of all things over
him Chopin's funeral march was play
ed-a thing utterly un-christian In It's
meaning wild pagan grief. desolate
over lost beauty. "Balder the beauti-
full is dead. Is deadr' II cried. and
thought of you suddenly; you. who are
not Balder at all. Too many thorns
have been in your life. but not the
mistietoe stroke dealt by a blind god
iguornntiy. Yet in all great joy there
10 the Balder element. and ! feared lest
something might slay Il for me. and
my life become = cry Ike Chopin
march over mown down unripcned
grass and youth slain In high places.
After service . sort of professional
instinct drew people up TO the house.
They waited about till permission was
given and went In to look at their old
man. lying In high state among his
books did not go. Beloved. I have
never yet seen death You have.
know. Do you. l wonder. remember
your father better than l mine or your
brotherf Are they more living because
you saw them once not livingf think
death might open our eyes TO those we
lived on III terms with. but not to the
familiar and dear. I do not need you
dead. to be certain that your heart has
mine for its true inmate and mine
yours.
love you. I love you. so let good
night bring you good morning.
At long Intervals. dearest. 1 write to
you a secrc, all about yourself for my
eyes to see. because. chiefly because. I
have not you TO look at Thus bless
myself with you.
Away over the world west OF this
and n little bit north is the city OF
spires where you are now. Never hav-
Ing seen Il. am the more free TO pic
turc IL as ! like. and TO me IL is quite
full OF you-quiic greediiy full. beloved.
when elsewhere you are 50 much want
ed ! send my thoughts there TO pick
up crumbs for me.
II In u strange blend OF notions-wis-
dom and Ignorance cumblncd-for you
seem TO know perfectly. but Of your
life nothing at all. And yet nobody
thsrc knows 20 much about you as l.
What YOU do matters 80 much less than
what you are. You. who are the dear
est heart In all the world. do what you
will. you are SO still To me. beloved.
take a happy armful OF thoughts
about you into all my dreams. and
have done nothing but remain true.
What better can ask OF thcmt
hou 10 love tne-you have not
changedf without change ! remain
yours SO long as ] live.
o.
Aud you. beloved. what are you
thinking OF me all this whiler Think
well OF me. beg you deserve so
much, loving you as truly as I do!
SO often. dearest. | SIT thinking my
hands Into yours again rs when we
were saying goodby the last time.
Then II was, under our laughter and
light words, that saw suddenly how
the thing too great to name had be-
come true. that from friends we were
changed to lovers. II seemed the most
natural thing TO be. and yet was won.
drrfui-for u was who loved you