The Wichita daily eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1890-1906, 1903-04-03
AN EDITORS LOVE STORY.

halr ana rave over a girl. and there was
COB OF pity lodged in my system as
heavy as brick, and as undislodgab;e
as dead rat in water pipe writes
Charles q. Wolf in the Alton, Ia, Demo-
crat. 1t broke me all up 10 see the big
fellow behind the bars wiring his hands
and pray and heller and cayort ike 4
poisoned cat, for I've been in love my
self, and know just how he felt. Tie
only difference is l didn't so cray.
went most every other way, but never
got down and wiped my nose on the
pavement in any such aii-wool anguish
as this fellow evinced. lie wors. thing q
fellow can do when he loves a gil is TO
go crazy over her. When girl won't
love you in your lucid moments with
your hair cofnbed and your eyes ;ull OF
Iovelight and your sGspenGers On. is L
dead straight cinch she won't when you
tear your shirt and climb lamp posts,
and try to eat the barometer off the hotel
porch.
Some place or other recently I read a
little poem which said that it said:
The brayest one is not the one who
stands
&oicing his valor from the housetop
high,
But rather him who hides "a broken heart
Beneath smile. Could you do this?
Could 1?
Nalor and love should never be yelled
about-especially love. Just because your
heart is broken is no sign you should
bust a lung also and strain your water
pipes weeping. When yau are in love
shut up. But IL is best not TO get in
love too severely all at once. In the
spring a young mans fancy lightly turns
TO thoughts Of love, says Alfred Tenny-
son, and many of us know from hard
boiled experience that Alt unconsciously
told the truth In the spring, when fell
lows system is all out of sorts, and his
wheels don't track, and he feels lazy and
od-for-nothing, he is sure to fail in love
the first time he gets exposed TO the mall
ady.
The tabasco sauce agony and snuff
colored woe ground out by the lovesick
swain above mentioned, and the fact that
the chill nights are already enticing youth
TO the seductive coy corner of the back
parfor, leads me to remark that VIC poor,
defenseless young men should put a pad
lock on our affections, and be careful of
our dreams. Don't imagine you are in
love every time you have a stitch in your
side or a crick in your back, or you'll
get TO having dreams like those told about
in the above beautiful poem, and then
you'll either go bughouse or else your
dreams VIII come true, and you will
awake to find yourself trying to support
a wife with a miliionaire's taste on a
beggar's salary. Then you'll lose your
job, and the baby will have to drink
skim milk and your wife won't be as
pretty as you thought she was, and the
house rent will be past due, and you will
give your last wedding present TO friend
for kicking you into the canal When
you get the real, genuine article, you'll
know you've got something, and you
won't go crazy or have fits, or do any,
thing rash. What lots of people take
for love is only a arrangement of the
liver.
l fell in love once heels over head, and
thought l had fallen in on several occa-
sions. It's picnic when you just think
so, but it's no joke when you're seri-
Gus 1t comes on you so suddenly that
you never know just how or when it
happened. or where it hit you hardest
Tears fellow al up-makes him want to
go and die on somebody's grave or fight
Indians or write poetry, or do something
else heroic He doesn't want to do any
thing he ever did before 1t looks foolish
to him TO eat and sleep and work. All
he wants to do is to pick flowers and
chase butterflies and sing love ditties,
and when he sets his feet down he never
expects them to touch the ground. Were
you ever in such a fx-ever have a sort
of itching in your bosom that nothing
would scratch, like you'd swallowed
them up? Ever feel like you'd been sent
for and couldn ( comes or as if you want
ed to go away out somewhere and jump
off or run about nine hundred miles and
jump out into the middle of the Atlantic
ocean? Ever dream of heaven, and hear
harps and brass bards and things play
ing all around you, and see whole fiocks
of little angels roosting on the foot5oard
of your bed, with their heads tucked
under their wings? If you've experienced
all this, and walked up and pinched your
self to see If you were real flesh and
blood or only q summer cloud or a hunk
of seafoam, and if you've gone out into
the fields away from everybody, and
and slapped yourself and yelled
just for fun-tnen you've probably been
in love for sure.
1t was some years ago that l imagined
I was shot by Cupid and as usual there
was a woman in it, There's generally a
woman at the bottom of such affairs.
one man seldom loves another-eXcept
when he wants the other fellow to vote
for him, and then ii doesn't last long
the courtship ends when the election is
over. And the woman a the bottom of
the love affair is generally a single wo-
the husbands it's not necessary
ana for the other fellows its no use-so
most men lavish their affections on single
women. That's the kind / lavished mine
on. She was a cute kid-a petite blonde
of twenty summers and heaven only
knows how many springs and falls. She
had big. innocent, blue eyes that fairly !
made you gasp for breath and hair that
looked like the frazzled out end OF an Au-
gust sunbeam. Her complexion was such
d beautiful pink ana white that ! al
ways looked at M mouth when / got
home to see If any of it had rubbed of. !
And her father had two lovely farms. 1t !
IS needless to say l loved the ground she |
walked on. 1 had been a regular devotee /
at her shrine for about year and had |
contracted a bad case of matrimonial fe- |
yer. l was fast becoming a sentimental /
wreck and folks were beginning to notice 1
L. One evening l sauntered over to her /
house. l was in the habit Of saunter- /
Ing about seven nights in the week. II 4
was about o'clock as she came trippins !
down the front stairs To meet me. She /
was dressed in pink silk. covered with 4
white chiffon. and the minute / saw her I
was attacked with palpitation of the I
heart and felt that my time had come. /
We talked about the weather for about 4
three hours and then ] began TO look 4
around the room for clean spot on the 1
carpet where I could get on my knees 4
without sOiiing my duck trousers. l was !
determined 10 know my fate
But she elmer reaH my mind or else !
she was so accustomed to matrimonial /
propositions that she knew the synp- j
IONS Anyhow. before I had found q
place 70 kneel on she said: DO you know
Why we've been such good friends L !
hadn't stopped 70 consider the question"
replied as I tilted nv chair and looked /
Il my Own photograph on the mautel- /
liece. well. it's because you've been 50
sensible. Here we've gone together a
boil nd Ia fre-
cad and talked sentimental nonsense vet
rirIs Ike a fellor who viii b. nice 70