The independent-reporter. [volume] (Skowhegan, Me.) 1909-1955, 1912-08-29
Philosophy ano
Love


long time, and they were joined to
gether, perhaps by something more
than friendship. The summer, with al
its charms, was smiling for him; she
was beautiful, and her eyes were ike
two large stars. But he was at OK
ford studying, while she was-a CIR.
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 o,
studies-a country containing nc
dreams or Illusions.
He went to Africa for his holiday
and while passing his time idly he
learned that she was married.
"It is an old story" said he, ironical
~, 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 nus
band, and had finished mourning. But
the capricious nature of this mar
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 lool
at me- l never saw you so nervous
before. What Is the matter with you
Tell me-"
Indeed, | have many reasons to bt
sad and nervous" he answered with
sigh.
SHOW me your secret. Tell me ALL
He looked directly into her large
eyes, but he read there only ordinary
curiosity.
i can't tell you.
why"
Because you don't help me-"
Because you don't have confidence
In me-" she answered. indifferently.
II would be willing to tell you th<
secret on which the destiny of all tht
world depended" he said with emo
ton. But you will not help me-"
How do you know"
II know 1t because 1t is not in YOU
disposition, in your character; per
haps not in your blood or in your tenn
permanent"
II am very anxious. Sit down here
look into my eyes, and explain those
reproaches that wound me 80 cruelty
81 have a very difficult task" he an
swered smiling, "but 1 will try. FRS
let US take an example, such as ont
meets very often in the lives of TIVE
loving hearts.
Somebody loves you, and is suffer
ing because he Is not sure of you
love. His heart Ia 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 shoulde
and with one word finish all his suf
ferlng. You would never do that. Yo,
would keep the love as a snake nea
your breast. You would torture hi
soul, and you would rather die of low
than show that you loved also"
She was listening to him with atten
ton. Her shapely face Redeemed; he
lips became purple; her black eye
were moist and bright; her bosom
heaved, and she said family, "And thi
you are telling me sincerely"
Sincerely"
He would have spoken farther, bu
at this moment he felt two snow-whit'
arms around his neck. The beautiful
little head approached his face. thu
small mouth touched his hair. hi
burning forehead. his lighted eyes. ant
finally Joined his HIPS in one long kiss
Intoxicated and happy. he kept he
in his arms, desiring to prolong In
flnitely this charming moment.
She drew her lips from his, hang OF
his neck, and looking into his eyes
whispered with wonderful sweetness
Dear, you were mistaken"