The Montgomery advertiser., 1905-03-29
TWO ANSWERS.
BY JEFFERSON WILSON. kccpyright. 1905. Daily Story Pub. Col


 .Ass4sesxs Tuesday. : Dear Biiiie-Your letter of June 2sth reached me ages ago at St. Petersburg, but have been so very busy that I have had no time for reply.
 II is very good of you, am sure. to think of me.
 % you arc settled in your quiet. mar ried life. Requiescat in pace.
 What, q rover have become! Now here. now there. The Wandering Jew ig . verftable stay-at-home in com pNrison with my peregrinations, and I marvel now how I was ever content n the monotonous rut in which I lived when I loved you. That was before I Knew anything of life or of men, and when you vowed you loved me and would love me always, and I believed you. how my very credulity must have bored you. Gullibility is so very un- attractfve--so very gauche. q You were indeed f-sacrifcing to rive me so much of your time and so many of your kisses. The contact of your lips. the warmth of your caressss and the electric bond that united us ronsfituted my heaven and I could not tell you how deeply loved you, nor could make sacrifices enough for you. How very bourgeois. You were very patient to tolerate ma so long as you did. But then, first love is always fool ishly sincere, and its very honesty and depth bring their own reward--deser- tion.
 see myself as was then--half- formed--undsveloped. And how lone some I used to be. What fool things did and said and believed. And when you left me without one momentss warning, I wanted to throw away this llfe--to speed 1t to unknown worlds How cruel know now that life is full Of interest. ever changing. ever new scenes. have run the gamut of all known emotions. and out of the conflict has come power.
 Knowledge. experience, contrast what trinity of power. How splen- did to have the world at ones feet to chose where one was once a suppIi- cant. This freedom, 'tis glorious. What power has woman OCT the wholo world after she has awakened. I thank you. dear Billie. for having awakened me.
 Truly, 1t is the unexpected that hap- pens and you wish to become a part of my life again. My cher ami, you are too late. Much too late. have some thing more interesting to do just now, besides the husband of another woman can never attract me.
 'Tis strange how many things come
 
 have gained your ambition-you have married wealth and position and yet you say your heart aches, you sigh for love and that memories of happier days haunt you. I will turn counsellor marvellous the change in me, is it not7 Hearts are but encumbrances to be cast aside when ambition beckons. Do not allow your heart any hearing.
 AS for love. What Is love? Mean ingless signs relegated to femmes des chambres and valets, For people of knowledge, love does not exist.
 As for memories, pooh, they are but the nightmares of a disordered brain. Take tonic.
 We learn all these things after the disenchantment of reality has come.
 You were amused. and for two years --eo you told me-what more can you ask? Amusement comes not back again. and old toys. even though they be regilded. show their dents here and there. So let the old toys remain in the dust heap of departed yesterdays. Then trot along, Billie. dear: enjoy all the happiness and comforts mar riage has brought you. Stray not back again OCT the days of old-days of lost Illusions, days when we dared be sim cere; days before the refinement of ad- vanced civilization caused us to wound and wound and wound.
 One is so foolish to remember. The opening of closed eyes may have caused pain at the time of the operation, but when the vision becomes clearer and the brain can analyze and contrast, we thank God for having made the opera ton necessary and we can forget or remember. just as we choose.
 have chosen forgetfulness. Do you likewise. Do not let remorse bother you. had to learn and you were a very proficient teacher. have long since written flnis to our chapter, and the school books have been sold to a secondhand dealer in experience.
 am in excellent health. thank you. Every moment of life reveals new joys. am never ennui
 Yours very truly,
 Bettina.
 Tuesday. Dear Jack-Days and nights have I sat here alone endeavoring to convince myself that could grant you the wish Nef your heart, but cannot.