The herald. [volume] (New Orleans, La.) 1905-1953, 1912-09-19
Philosophy and
Love

long time, and they were joined to-
than friendship. The summer, with all
its charms, was smiling for him; she
was beautiful, and her eyes were like
two large stars. But he was at Ok
ford studying, while she was-a girl
ready for marriage. Finally he de-
cided that she was not in love with
him, and in his soul he found a power
that was stronger than love, which
pushed him forward to the country OF
studies-a country containing no
dreams or illusions.
He went to Africa for his holiday,
and while passing his time idly he
learned that she was married.
1T is an old story" said he, ironical-
ly, to himself, and tried to think he
did not care about her.
Finally he wearied Of the long trip,
and came back, brown from the Afri-
can sun, and languishing for her.
She had had time to lose her hus-
band, and had finished mourning. But
the capricious nature of this man
drove him away as before.
At last he called upon her, think
ing that at the door she would meet
him with a shower Of sweet reproach-
es. But she received him as always,
apparently Indifferent, with a good
hearted smile on her pink lips.
"She never loved me-" he was think
ing, with bitterness in his soul.
Seeing the cloud upon his forehead,
she understood him and wanted to dis
tract him by conversation.
What is the matter with you to-
day." she asked him with apparent in
difference. You cover yourself with
clouds of smoke In order not to look
at me. / never saw you so nervous
before. What is the matter with you?
Tell me-"
Indeed, have many reasons to be
sad and nervous" he answered with a
sigh.
SHOW me your secret. Tell me al"
He looked directly into her large
eyes, but he read there only ordinary
curiosity.
81 can't tell YOU"
"Why?"
Because you don't help me-"
Because you don't have confidence
In me-" she answered, indifferently.
81 would be willing to tell you the
secret on which the destiny Of all the
world depended" he said with emo
ton. "But you will not help me-"
How do you known"
81 know 1t because It is not IN your
disposition, in your character; per-
haps not in your blood or in your tenn
permanent"
81 am very anxious. Sit down here,
look into my eyes, and explain those
reproaches that wound me so cruelty"
II have very difficult task" he an
swered smiling, "but I will try. First
let US take an example, such as one
meets very often in the lives of two
loving hearts.
Somebody loves you, and is suffer
ing because he Is not sure of your
love. His heart is breaking because
of doubt. You won't see such senti-
ments; you won't do anything. An
other woman would see the love,
would notice the poison Of deception,
would put her hand on his shoulder
and with one word finish all his suf-
fering. You would never do that. You
would keep the love as a snake near
you: breast. You would torture his
soul, and you would rather die Of love
than show that you loved also"
She was listening to him with atten-
ton. Her shapely face Redeemed; her
lips became purple; her black eyes
were moist and bright; her bosom
heaved, and she said family, "And this
you are telling me sincerely"
Sincerely"
He would have spoken farther, but
at this moment he felt two snow-white
arms around his neck. The beautiful
little head approached his face, the
small mouth touched his hair, his
burning forehead, his lighted eyes, and
finally Joined his lips in one long kiss.
Intoxicated and happy, he kept her
in his arms, desiring to prolong in
flnitely this charming moment.
She drew her lips from his, hung on
his neck, and looking into his eyes,
whispered with wonderful sweetness:
Dear, you were mistaken"