The Wichita daily eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1890-1906, 1902-05-25

remaining pie and gasged.
NO you don't said Dick. I never
want TO see pumpkin pie again" and
ne took the remainder of the pastry and
dumped it into the alley.
"The Girl Philosopher"
As clever work as can be found any
where in the daily newspapers Of Amer
lea IS the work Of Jessie LeweIyn- Miss
LeweIlyn writes for the editorial page
OF the Chicago News under the column
title Of The Girl Philosopher. Her
work is artistic. bright and keenly mod
ern Among writer's there Is a station
which is only open to those who put out
without intermlssion good stuff IN
varying in quality and renewed fresh
ness Il is a high station in the eyes
OF the practical producers Of printable
matter Jessie Lewellyn has reached it.
Here is a selection from one Of this
weeks issues of. the Chicago News, a
fair exampIe Of what good matter Miss
Leweliyn gives 10000 readers daily.
I fell in love YESTERDAY" announced
the girI philosopher
The snllow young woman looked up
over q green candied lime that she was
nibbllng Even the hufy-haired girl
closed the covers Of a Dairy of Hydro
phohia. by Mary Macintosh, and asked
a question;
with whom2'
mo one replied the philosopher.
Gust love It was moonlight and had
been looking out of the window-that's
all wrote a love letter too-about
rainy days and unsar isied longings and
dead enthusiasm
ITO whom interrupted the fluffy
haired girl.
Lets hear it, said the salIow young
woman. with her mouth fun Of candied
lime
The girl philosopher went over TO
small writing desk which looked as il
Il were doing service for q waste basket
and after stirring up the confusion there
for a few minutes finally selected bit
Of closely written paper.
Holding up her hand to insure silence,
as she had seen orators do. the girl
philosopher began to read:
Because il IS raining and my attic
IS so close to the roof that it seems
Ike a hole in the rain; because the win
dows are gray and the room is dark.
ike a ssck-chamber. and the clock on
the mantle screams; because the thun-
der sounds mysterious and strange, as
Il did when I was a child and would
turn me from my paper dolls. arranged
l. families on the floor. 10 wonder; be-
cause from my high attic window, look
ing out upon the wise chimney pots that
stand stolidly against the gloom, ] can
see the bafIed sun mOoduy endesvor-
ing 10 break through tho clouds because
of these things and because Of you and OF
me cannot work. ! can only dream and
dream and dream and dream And some
thing In my heart swells like the throat
Of a bird when II sings Ard the gray
melancholy Of my soul goes out TO meet
the gray melancholy OF the clouds And
the bare branches Of the trees rap soft
~ at my windows and shed itue rainy
tears
"Au the world seems far awsy. The
citv is "a little ike mvhgkgjij5bgszqji
city is like lIttle mechanical 10y NJ
the end Of the black tunnel under the
river. always wound up always witch
ing. squirting. starting moviug-and the
people. and I am SO afraid Of people
dear. wish that we might set away
from all Of them forever-just YOU and
7. / cannot live my life when they are
around. They hurt me. / CRY when
they so away They drag responses
from one that are not true
when YOU are away there is nothing
IN life To answer the aching. Just the
treadmim IS left and the toll Of keeping
M that which leads nowhere
"Everything Is 81 beautiful and nys-
FERROUS and fragment too, everything
bur people. The natural wirla-l me2n
the sky and the things that live but
do not know-they tempt one They
make enc think there IS something else
hpt 1t Is not true when you are a~ay.
The auGy-haired sirl drew long
breath -sraci8us. she said. 1T sounds
as II you meant it,
.'Of course il does" said the philoso-
pher coupiacentiN-
Il wish son woal5 let me borrow it,
said the auHy-hsired ef-l ~Td like to
try IL on some enc I know Didn't you
really mean itr
Cant sou undarstana-' asked the
saiiow young weaan. sternly. Its a
love letter A love letter Is a work o.
fctlo2-mereiy the overflow 81 ar ar
tistic temperament a lore letter-weu
its like being IL lowe. he object IS ma
terial
Exactly. said the philosopher
Let's send II e some one coaNed
the sallou Young woman.
7 did admitted the philosopher.
weekly. This IS q copy You see. after
! had written IL st seemed too seed To
50 % waste. So I Just put The names Of
all the men who have been-er--ather
IN earnest. on litde siirs ef paper; chen
I closed my eyes ana drew-that youug
doctor
And hee~ said the nusy-haired girl
eycitediy.
. Tse PHILOSOPHER silently held TIT
very small Sip II paper He sent this,
she said
The others exclaimed IN surprise.
Yes, said the philosopher dejectesiiy.
TITS prescription He prescribed
spring tonic. he said that IN his pro