The Saint Paul globe. (St. Paul, Minn.) 1896-1905, 1903-08-22

When man and woman are married
their romance ceases and their history
ommences-Rochebrune
Archibald Loveson Alta. the poet,
drurnmed upon the table with his pen
ass7he gazed musingly out upon the
harmony of verdant tints that blended
in the bowers and landscape of the
pretty village of Myrtle in the Dingle.
A little hand pressed upon his Shout
degSrecalled his wandering thoughts,
and he raised his own to clasp it as he
looked up into the smiling eyes of his
wife! She bent forward and glanced
at the poem he had begun. and read:
EsA THE WIDOW
She smiled
And turned away her face and in her eye
A tear drop glistened, quivered and then
traced
Adown her lush-suffused cheek it's slow,
Damp, sinuous way. A tear it was, born of
Soft. sweet emotion. part of reproach
Not unmiXed with regret, that she coul3
e'er
His memory betray; that in her heart
Another might even for a moment his
Dear self supplant, he who to her had
been
Very life and more than life-her hus-
band.
She uttered a surprised and depre-
eating little "oh!" as she disengaged
her hand brusquely from his grasp.
and he, turning, saw that she was
pouting. He gazed at her inquiringly,
wondering in what he had offended
We'll of all the subjects" she COM
mented in explanations 1--WE have been
married less than four months and you
are writing of tears and widows-and
consoled widows at that"
Her lips quivered and tear trembled
on her ,eyelashes.
Loyeson Anita, flushing. rose hastily.
"Well, Bella, you silly little puss!"
he demonstrated tenderly. That sub
ject is merely a text upon which to
build a story in verse. l hit upon 1t
just as I might have hit upon the sun.
or the moon, or, say, the village pump.
What on earth does it matter whether
I write about widows, or old maids, or
old bachelors, or-or-babies? ?"
Il don't know, I'm sure" she avowed.
"Only it does seem strange that you
should be thinking Of widows so soon
after our wedding
And again her lips quivered omi-
nousIy.
"Oh, don't, DON'T" he entreated, fear
ing an outburst of weeping, and feel
ing as though he were guilty Of some
heinous crime and deserved to be hang
ed, drawn and quartered. you know
I wouldn't Willingly cause you pang
of pain for all the treasures Of Col
conda. See!"
And he picked up the paper on
which he had been writing with the in
tention of tearing it into little bits.
Quickly she stayed his hand and,
smiling through her tears, pleaded:
No, don't do that. 1t was very fool
ish of me, but couldn't help it. You
know we agreed that we would never
allow sorrow, or quarrels, or anything
disag reeable to enter our lives. and
am not going to let widow on paper
to come between u.s. OF course,
know, Notwithstanding our pact, that
everybody has to- support trials and
ltribulations at some time or other, and
that even those who love each other
as we do must part one day. / never
realized the awful, cruel significance Of
being a widow until I loved you and
you became part Of my very self, OF
my soul and body"
She threw her arms round his neck
and Rugged him 'convulsively, while
the poet choked with kiss sob that
threatened to precipitate a veritable
floor Of tears, and sought to divert the
I melancholy trend of her thoughts.
."Oh, there are widows and widows,
you know he said gayly. Some of
them prefer the state of single blessed
ness to that of marital bliss-or bond
age, for widowhood is reputed to be
true freedom-and others Gas she OF
whom. you spoke and / was writing)
are susceptible of being consoled,
some. in fact, aStonishingly SO. You
remember Mr.. Weller's- advice to be-
ware of widows"
YES" assented Mrs. Loyeson Anita.