The daily Alaskan., 1908-09-24

or human nature, reMOIEeu tAe uuUt' omist, "is the breaking up of love be- tween two persons when one dies"
 Love does not necessarily break up in such an event" replied the psychoI. oglst
 'I don't agree with you. Love after the death Of the being loved Is sim ply memory
 Cases of actual love between the sexes are very rarc-one in q thou sand. They are not mere memory aft CT death; they are immortal"
 Can you give me such Il case"
 Yes, one. ll is the only one that has ever come To my knowledge. Lis. ten and l will relate It.
 Douglas Blsscll knew the moment he set eyes on Caroline La Cour that she and he had been appointed by Providence to be lovers. Miss Ia Cour recognized the fact at the same ln- stant. Bisscll was n young northerner who, after being graduated at college, went Co New Orleans as a teacher. Mss La Cour was creole. Their love came as child Is born-that Is, perfect thing. though 1t grew as the child grows. IL cannot be said that 1t was a case of that turbulent evanes- cent love which comes with extreme youth, for BisselI was thirty years old when they met and Miss La Cour was twenty-five. It was unalterable from its inception.
 "It was the wumau who was taken away. She died during one of the epldcmlcS of yellow fever that occurred about the middle of the last century and but few weeks before they were to have been married. Such partIngs -partinGs between beings In whom there is this real Immortal love-are terrible. Miss La Cour in all the phys ical agony of death resulting from that awful disease did not suffer bodily as the lover suffered In soul. and when all was over he fell Into a stupor from which his friends dcspaired of ever awakening him. He never was again the same man.
 BisSel never married. He lived alone If he had q companion 1t was his wife. He told others that there was such compNnlonship, though when he attempted to explain 1t he failed sIgnally He could say rather what it was not than what 1t was. For instance, she did not visit him. It was not one of those cases where one broods over a grave. The mortal part of his love was placed in a tomb pro vided for 1t, and Bisscll went there but seldom. He did not consider what was there as being any more a part of his love than one of her gowns. She was elsewhere.
 But one day when he made one of his periodical visits to the tomb to see that the premises were in condition he met with g surprise. He found man weeping before it.
 Pardon me- said Risscl, we have a common sorrow, You must be the brother. often heard my love speak of him-he who was living in South AmerIca"
 "'I was not her brother. am her lover
 For a few moments there was s- lcnce. during which the two men re- gardcd each other with q strange eX- pressIon on the fNco of each. Then BIssell spoke
 "'You say you are her lover. That is my position
 Pardon me, 1t Is mlnc.'
 "'Do you mean to assert that she ever loved you:
 "She did. We met in Paris. She was but eighteen. l offered her my love, and 1t was accepted Clrcum- stances which I do not care to reveal parted us
 Strange, replied Blssell, half to himself, that she never told me of this-afraIr.'
 "'There was no affair. It was an undying love-
 "'On your part, not on hers
 "'I believed she loved me always. l believe she loves me now
 "Blssell carried q cane. It was one of those sword canes very much In use at that period. Taking 1t in both hands, he partly drew the blade, then thrust 1t back.
 "'Pardon me; l forget you are un- armed.
 "'You mistake; I am armed And the stranger drew from his own walk Ing stick q similar blade.
 'Fortunate,' said Blssell, drawing his steel. She whose mortal part lies there is mine. You dispute her pos session with me. We cannot both have her. One must give place to the other But mind you, if fall she Is still mine
 "There was fervor in the last foul words that could scarcely have been equaled had the object been a living being.
 "Tt seems to me- said the stranger redectlvely, that we are about to fight for that which has no real existence.
 "'Your words show that this love you speak of in your case Is not real love. And she-she never considered 1t worth the while to speak of 1t to me, though perhaps she may have con