The Cairo bulletin., 1910-06-18
A STORY OF
REAL LIFE
By WARRINGTON ALBERT
Copyright, 1910. by American Press
Association.

wife. Ii | hadn't opened certain
book on certain day should either
have remained bachelor or married
some one else. Had | opened that
same book a day earlier there would
have been no such effect. | could not
have opened 1t day later. for have
never since been In the room where 1t
was kept.
/ was at the time curate OF a church
| In a small but aristocratic town. My
| salary was 5000 year. | had heard
stories Of girls setting their caps Tor
unmarried clergymen, but | saw no
evidence of the truth of these stories
| In my own case. Most of the girls or
| the congregation were daughters Of
well to do, some of them rich, parents.
| Whether the girls did not encourage
me because they We're aware that
| had nothing but my salary or because
was not especially attractive to
them don't know. The fact remains
| that was not encouraged.
| | thought at the time that my SER
| mons were trifie too heavy for their
| intellects. was given to philosophlc
/ thought, and my thoughts found
vent in my homilies. ! could see
from the want of attention of these
| girls when | was preaching that they
were thinking OF the set OF their gar
| ments. the appearance OF their hats
and such matters rather than or the
ideas / was endeavoring to convey to
them.
| But there was one young lady whom
I noticed fixed her attention upon me
/ from the time / began TO speak until
had finished I would have been at
loss to know whether her interest was
In my remarks or me had she not the
| moment | had concluded my sermon
turned to her hymn book or her pocket
book for the collection, seeming to for
get all about me. As she was the only
| Young lady i'm the church with a for
tune in her own right never dreamed
of marrying her. though she was rath-
err good looking and very estimabie
person.
OF course | had the entree to her
home, and many pleasant evening or
afternoon | spent with her chatting
upon subjects that were agreeable TO
me and seemed TO be agreeable to her.
She appeared TO be pleased to start me
talking and sat with some fancy work
In her hands listening. At that time
supposed a man entertaining to women
! 1 L., $ait Y
since learned that good listener
would be his most dangerous rival
But the lady did not seem to care &c
talk herself. leaving me TO do 1t all.
This kind Of chat about ideas is
very poor conductor for any warming
of the heart. Love Is not intellectual
| A rhinoceros may love, but a rhinoc
eros is not thinker. Birds love, but
r they don't reason as to where they vii
build their nest Instinct tells then
how and where to DO that. never
made a start on saying anything ten
| der. To do so did not occur to me, a
curate with nothing but petty salary
to make love to girl with fortune II
her own right! ! should expect to b.
l. turned out Of the house and probabl,
e my pastorate at such presumption
d received call that would give ms
II no more salary. but | considered th,
+ field better one than the one l occu
8 pied wished to be worker as wei
as a preacher. In the parish where
was there were few poor people an'
consequently little good to be don
among those who most need. to M,
: thinking. Il clergyman. | accepted tn
v call and the evening before my d.
e parture for my new field called upoi
the young lady who had shown y
T. much appreciation of my intellectual
II endowments. | had some new and
$. rs | thought, original points to brin
up by which | hoped TO leave tina
impression.
/, In the midst Of my presentation o
y my views my friend rose and asked I
be excused for Il few moments | wa
a triae put out, for | had reached a
important turn In what | was saying
Since she did not return at once ! cas-
o about for something to look over Will
Q waiting. sat beside a table, and 0
q this table was single book. Takin
it up, I opened It.. 1t was trash
Q novel Turning over the leaves, cam
o upon il piece Of paper on which wa
y written an unfinished note. ! wa
about to put it aside when my eye
y caught my own name,
= Before my ideas of right had time
crystalline | had seen enough to con
Y pei me to see more. This IL what
read
George Durham goes away tomo
!. row, and my heart goes with him.
Il would be happy IL he had said on
y word from the heart rather than mi
1 lions from the brain. This waste
n words
N When the writer Of this fragment RI
.@ turned had risen and was looking oil
s of the window. She resumed her SCI
j as though she expected me to resun
my intellectual discussion. Instead
y fired at her whole blunderbuss loa
OF the worst love twaddle man ev'
\ spoke to woman.