Middlebury register. (Middlebury, Vt.) 1886-1937, 1904-08-12
AN ANALYTICAL LOVER
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way of probing things to the core and
extracting the principles on which they
were built. He hgd been a professor,
then a captain in the Spanish-American
war, from which he had emerged colo
mel by brevet, but minus an arm. He
couldn't lecture because his subject
was illustrated by experiments which
required two hands. After returning
to civil life he found himself in posses
sion of a small cash sum. He came in
with the troops that landed at Montauk
point and stopped over at one of the
seaside resorts between the point and
New York.
She was a young widow. She owned
q cottage on the seashore and this sea-
son occupied it. At the bank in the vii
lage she deposited her funds. She did
not keep a carriage, for she said she
was afraid of horses, but she dressed
we'll.
These two met. The colonel was de-
lighted with the widow because-be-
cause she was very well fixed with this
worlds goods. The widow was de-
lighted with the colonel for reasons
which she kept concealed. To all ap-
pearances 1t was because he knew SO
much.
One morning they were sitting on the
veranda of the widows cottage. The
colonel asked her If she had a blank
check In the house. She produced one,
and he filled it for 500, saying that he
was going to the village to get the
money. The widow asked him If he
would kindly draw check for her at
the same time. He complied. Her
check was also for 500. From that
time forward the widow drew her
money through the colonel, 500 every
five or ten days.
One evening they were sitting on the
beach listening to the plash of the
waves.
Colonel" said the widow, suppose
you analyze love-"
Love" said the colonel, feeling his
chin thoughtfully with his only hand,
as congeniality. Just as there are har-
monious strings so there are harmo-
NOUS souls. l do not admit that love
is long in coming. When 1t exists we
feel 1t at once. 1t reaches us not as
slowly rising water, but with all the
delicious exhilaration of the wave that
breaks over us. But do admit that
the harmony is enduring in proportion
as those loving find that the image
each has built up to worship Is worthy.
What JOY can compare with that sweet
sympathy which exists between lovers?
The man feels an impulse to nobility
from being thought noble. The woman
is inspired to sweetness Of character
from like motive. Each takes care
to appear to the other what he or she
is thought to be. Such stimulants to
be better are always beneficial. 1t Is
better to look up than to look down"
When people who wish to be lovers
begin to talk of love in the abstract,
the transaction Is easy to love in the
concrete. The tide was at the ebb
when they first spoke of the sensation,
and before 1t reached the flood they
were betrothed.
There was nothing to interfere with
the harmony Of love till seven days
had passed, when they began to speak
Of their individual affairs as related
to their mutual comfort Then they
were not long in uncovering that which
was to the harmony of their souls
what bass drum would be to church
music. The bank account of each was
$100, which each had drawn and re-
deposited ad infnitum. The colonel
was without any support whatever
The widow usually lived on the rental
Of her cottage, which during the pres
ent season had not been rented.
HIM" said the colonel softly when
the secret was out.
II have usually supposed" remark
ed the widow tartly, that when man
proposes to woman he has the where
withal to support her"
"In my analysis Of love-" replied the
colonel, while l denied that 1t came
slowly, l admitted that its endurance
was proportionate"-
tut, TUT! The widows toe was
wagging viciously.
The colonel paused, then continued:
1.-THE man feels an impulse to nobil-
ity from being thought noble"-
"By fool"
"The woman is inspired to sweetness
Of character from a like motive. Each
takes care to appear to the other what
he or she is thought to be-"
Pertaining especially to the man in
this case. It's lucky found you out
before 1t was too late"
Il could WISH" replied the colonel,
that we had never found each other
out What JOY can compare with that
sweet sympathy
Insane folly. you mean"
The colonel rose, took up his hat,
Rugged his mutilated arm and said
good night" The kiss that had
marked their partings for q week was
omitted. The next day the warrior
proceeded on his way He and tho