Cañon City record., 1901-03-14
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lIthL k1IkuuG68-I Hm SURE now. Ineu.
that ! please you and that you like
me perhaps only little. for you turned
| out Of your way to ride with me. though
you were going somewhere SO fast
How much wished 1t when / saw you
coming. but dared not believe 1t would
come true!
Come true" 1t is the word | have
always been writing and everything
has. you most of all. You are more
true each time ! see you: 30 true that
now 1 will write 1t down at last. the
truth for you, who have come so true.
Dear highness and great heart, l love
you dearly, though you don't know it,
quite ever SO much, and am going to
love you ever so much more; only please
like me little better first You on
your dear side must do something. or.
before know, may be wringing my
hands all alone on desert island to q
bare blue horizon, with nothing in 1t
real or fabulous.
II am to love you, nothing but hap
piness is to be allowed to come of 1t.
So don't come true too fast without one
little wee corresponding wish for me to
find that you are. | am quite happy
thinking you out slowly. II takes me
all day long: the longer the better.
wonder how often in my life shall
write down that / love you. having
once written it q do; 1 love you. There
! it'll is for you, with more to follow
afterD, and send you my love as / do
now into the great emptiness of chance.
hoping somehow. known or unknown,
it may bless you and bring good to you.
oh. but tits a windy world and 1
mere feather in II! How can l get
blown the way would?
Still l have a superstition that some
star is over me which l have not seen
yet, but shall. heaven helping me-
And now good night, and no more. no
more at all. l send out an Il love you
to be my celestial commercial traveller
for me while fold myself up and be-
come its sleeping partner.
Good night You are the best and
truest that / ever dreamed yet
Dear Highness-I begin not to be
able to name you anything. for there
Is not a word for you that will dol
"Highness' you are-but that leaves
gaps and coldnesses without end
Royal yet much more serene than
royal. though by that l don't mean
any detraction from your royalty, for
never saw a man carry his invisible
crown with so level head and no
haughtiness at all. And that is the
finest royalty of look possible.
look at you and wonder so how
you have grown to this-to have be
come king so quietly without any coro-
nation ceremony. You have thought
more than you should for happiness at
your age. making me. by that one line
in your forehead. think you were three
years older than you really are. wish
If dare wish you anything different
that you wereI 1t makes me IN
comfortable to remember that ! am
what? Almost half a year your elder
as time dies: not really. for your
brain was born long before mine began
to rattle in Its she'll You say quite old
things and quietly. as II you had had
them in your mind ten years already.
When you told me about your two old
pensioners. lhe blind man and his wife.
whom you brought to so funny a recon-
ciliation. felt c'mir war. ich wuszte
nicht wie''l that | would like very
much to go blindfold led by you II
struck me suddenly how happy would
be blindfoidness of perfect trust such
as one might have with your hands on
one suppose that is what in religion
is called faith. haven't IL there. my
dear; but have IL in you now ! love
you, beginning to understand why. At
first | did not | am ashamed not to
have discovered IL earlier. The matter
with you is that you have goodness
prevailing In you. an Integrity OF good
ness. | mean-a different thing from
there being a whereabouts for good
ness in you-that we all have in some
proportion or another. was quite
right to love you. know it now-I
did not when first did.
Yesterday was turning over n silly
confession book" in which rose was
everybody's favorite flower. manliness
the finest quality for man and WON
anliness for a woman, which is as
much as 10 say that pig is the best
quality for pork and pork for pig. till
came upon one different from the 9th,
ers and found myself saying Yes" all
down the page.
turned over for the signature and
found my own mothers. Was il not
strange. sweet meetingG And only then
did the memory of her handwriting
from far back come to me. She died.
dear highness, before | was years
old. | love her as do my early memo
ry OF flowers. as something very sweet.
hardly as u real person.
noticed she loved best in men and
women what they lack most often-in
a man a fair mind. in woman cour-
age. Brave women and fair men,"
she wrote. Byron might have turned
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