The Newport miner. [volume] (Newport, Wash.) 1899-current, 1911-11-09
Their roblem
By MARTIN CANSVOORT
Copyright by American Press Asso-
citation, 1911.

adm1rer Of the retrospective school or
fiction. She is also ambitious to scrib-
BILE. Young aspirants for fame in the
literary field usually begin by attempt
ing to copy the author they consider
the nearest to perfection The other
day Molly brought me a story and
asked me to read and criticise 1t.
saw at once that she had been trying
to duplicate the two famous authors
who inaugurated and head the intro
spective school. She called it '"Their
Problem" l agreed to read a chapter
or two while she waited.
-
A girl sat before an open fire en-
broidering. A dainty slippered toe
peeped from the edge Of her gown.
She looked at the clock that marked
the hour of seventeen minutes to g.
She was expecting a young man to
visit her.
'Will he propose tonight" she ask
ed herself, cor will he spend several
more months dallying? And am
ready to give him a definite answer?
What does my heart say? Vainly
have asked the question. Is he in
doubt as to his own heart, or are there
practical reasons for this delay? Is
he a delayer or tri1er?"
She dropped her work in her lap,
supported her temple with her fair.
round hand and peered into the fire.
She had asked herself seven ques-
lions and had no answer for any one
Of them. Having an analytical mind,
she set herself to the task of unravel-
ing the problem Of which they were
part, beginning with one that concerned
her own inner consciousness. "KnOw
myself" said the Greek philosopher.
eff do not know my own mind, how
can l expect John to know his? Let
me first determine that on which all
the rest depends. Do love him?
What is love? Poets have sung it,
artists have painted it, but who has
told us what it is"
Here at the outset Gwendolen was
baked in her queries. How could she
determine whether or no she loved
John when she did not know what
love is? Either l must define love-"
she unused, ''or l shall not be ready
with his answer when he comes"
She took up a box Of bonbons he
had sent her that afternoon, and, in
closing one Of them between her fore
finger and thumb-the nails were
pared in pointed style-she put it be-
tween her coral lips. biting it with her
white teeth. Then she sat herself to
the task of defining love.
Suppose" she said, 81 make a few
hypothesis as to the nature of love-
Thus perhaps / may be able to select
the one that nearest fits my own
case
"a man is attentive to a girl. He
sends her candy and flowers. She
eats the candy and inhales the deli
cious odor of the flowers. She con-
siders the donor nice. He continues
these trifling gifts. He pays her COM
pliments. She comes to consider him
very NICE Suddenly he ceases his at
tentions and bestows them on another
girl The first is furious.
"Is this case of true love?
"a girl goes to q matinee. The
hero of the drama thrills her. She
goes again and again, never contented
unless looking upon his noble features.
listening to the godlike sentiments he
expresses in his deep melodious voice.
"He is pointed out to her on the
street in checkerboard suit. His head
is a third smaller than when on the
stage. His Roman nose has become
pug. She hears him make a coarse
remark. She turns away. sadder and
wiser.
SIS this love?
ga young man sees a girl at win
dow She looks down upon him for a
moment, and their eyes meet. A clan
destine affair is the result. The girl
is intended for a splendid marriage,
whereas her admirer Is a poor artist.
She is kept a prisoner, but finds op-
artist. The depth Of the passion be-
tween them has overcome all obsta-
cles.
''This is love-
For a moment Gwendolen's eye
frightened under the belief that she
had solved the problem, but the next
she sighed.
"How long will it last?"
There was another encouragement
No opposition had been made by her
parents or any one elses to Johns at
tentions; nothing to kindle that flame
she considered necessary to true love.
John was proceeding in the usual way
of men who have met girls they wish
to marry. sending candy. flowers. thea
ter tickets and such gifts as are per-
Missile for young lady to accept
/ had read thus far when | threw
down the manuscript impatiently.
do read on a little longer, uncle"
pleaded Molly.
"What comes next?'
"What next? Why. John, he looks
into his feeling toov'