Cañon City record., 1901-05-02
LETTER LyI.

Ny Own, Own Loye-You have given
me a spring day before the buds be-
gin. the weather | have been longing
for. had been quite sad at heart
these cold wet days, really down-a
reasonable sadness with you still any
where In the world Though where In
the world have you beenD. Spring
seemed such a long way OF over the
bend of H. with you unable to come.
and IL seems now another letter OF
yours has got lost. Write it again,
dearest-all that was in ii. with any
blots that happened to come. There
was a dear smudge in today's. with the
whirlpool mark Of your thumb quite
clear on it-delicious to rest my face
against and feel you therel
And so back to my spring weather.
All In a moment you gave the n whole
week of the weather had longed aft
er. for you say the. sun has been shin
ing on y u. and | would rather have II
there than here II II refuses TO be In
two places at once. Also my letters
have pleased you When they do,
feel such a proud mother TO them. Here
they gy quick out of the nest. but |
think sometimes they must come to
you broken winged. with so much
meant and all so badly put
How can we ever. with our poor
handful OF senses, contrive TO express
ourselves perfectly? ferhaps-I don't
know-dearest. love you. kiss you
a hundred times to the minute. II ev-
erythIng In the world were dark round
US. could not kisses tell us quite well
all that we wish TO know OF each other
me that you were true and brave and
so beautiful that woman must
be afraid looking at you and you
that was just my very self. loving
and-no. just loving. | have no room
for anything morcI You have swal-
lowed up all my moral qualities
have none left. | am a beggar, where
IL Is 50 sweet to beg. Give me back
crumbs of myself, | am 50 hungry
cannot show ii only by kissing you a
hundred times
Dear share OF the world. what a
wonderful large helping OF 1t you are to
me, alter Portals complaint and
swear that "Eay little body is bursting
with this great world" And now IL Is
written. and | look at IL. II seems
do thank heaven that the Godhead who
rules in Il for us does not forbid the
recognition Of the ludlerous. c. was
telling me how long ago in her own
dull Protestant household she heard
riddle propounded by some indiscreet
soul who did not understand the prud-
ish piety which reirned there and saw
such shocked eyes opening all round
on the sounu OF it. What is Il" was
asked. that a common man can see
every day, but that God never seesT'
His equal" is the correct answer. but
even so demure and proper support
to thirsty theology was to the ears that
heard II as the hand OF Uzzah stretched
out intrusively and deserving to be
smitten. As for c., a twinkle OF wick
edness seized her. she hazarded "A
Joke" to be the true answer and was
ordered into banishmcnt by the head Of
that God fearing household for having
so successfully diagnosed the family
skeleton.
As for skeletons, why your letter
makes me so happy is that the one
which has been rubbing its ribs against
you for so long seems to have given It
self day of, or crumhled TO dissolu-
ton. And you are yourself again as
youhave not been for many a long day.
suppose there has been thunder and
the air is cleared, and l am not 10
know any OF that side OF your discom-
forts?
Still do know. You have been writ
ing your letters with pressed lips for a
month past. and l have been a mere
toy thing. and no helpmate to you at
all. at all. oh. why will she not love
met l know | am lovable except to n
very hard heart. and hers is not; II is
only like yours, reserved In Its express
sion. II Is strange what pain her prcJu-
dice has been able TO drop into my cup
OF happiness, and into yours, dearest. l
fear even more.
Ii Is sheer conseDtlon-apd we, crea-
lures OF habit-that tears don't come
kindly and easily to express where
laughter leaves OF and a something
better begins. Which is all very un-
grammatical and entirely me. MS am
when get os my hinges too suddenly.
Amen. amen! when we are both 100,
we shall remember all this very peace
ably, and the 'sanguine flower" will
not look back at us less beautifully be
cause In Just one spot It was inscribed
with woe. And II we with all our aids
cannot have patience. where In this
pidge bitten world is that virtue to