Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-06-16
|ManWhoLoves
Like a Pirate
By BEATRICE FAIRFAX.

y c. w. writes:
4 am q years of age, and
am desperately in love with
girl three years my junior She is
beautiful, accomplished and leader
in our social set. Although 1 have
proposed to her three or four times,
she still refuses to marry me. | feel
certain that there is no other occupy
ing her time. for if | had a rival |
would unquestionably put him out Of
the way.
How am I to persuade this cold
hearted woman to become my bride?'
Persuade her by storming her IA
theirs castle some dark night and
carrying her off strapped behind YOU
on the back Of your noble charger.
That is the time-honored method Of
all swashbucklers, and it is the meth
Cd that would most appeal to one who
says if he had a rival he would ''un-
questtonably put him out of the
way"
1t is not the modern way. It is
not the sane way, but you are not
modern, and I could almost suggest
that one who talks of putting a rival
/ "out of the way" is not sane.
1t is a further mark that you are
not wise that you call your sweet
| heart coldhearted. Because a woman
will not yield to one lover doesn't
prove she has a cold heart. In your
case my dear Sir Reginald OF Sir
Launcelot, or whoever was the hero
Of your latest fiction, the cold heart
Of your lady love proves a cool head.
She viii not marry you though You
propose twenty times. There is some
| thing to you of which she does not
approve. Instead Of making over
yourself, you keep on proposing, i'm
agining that the opposition to be
! overcome lies not in your matchless
! person. but in her cold heart.
A Cory Love.
Yours is a love that reeks of gore
| and gunpowder. You emit fire from
| your nostrils when you speak of your
| passion, and would impress this wom-
/ an with your daredevil disposition,
your dauntless courage, and your I'M
| tanned strength. ! have known men
! who loved like pirates, just as you
| love They became the kind Of hus-
| bands who were afraid to go to the
| door when there was a ring late at
! night, and sent their wives instead.
! You talk like a cheap hero in a
| book. 1t is the sort OF talk that
| sometimes has telling effect on girls
| of 16, but, thank Heaven, the lady
] love of your piratical schemes and
| bloodthirsty dreams is "a and has
| such a clear vision that she sees you
| as you are.
My dear bold buccaneer drop your
paper sword, wipe the ink-red stains
from your hands, cut off that fierce
/ mustache and become a MAN. If you
| really love this woman, make of your
| self such worthy man that she
| will no longer spurn you, but viii
| seek you instead.
Don't get on your knees when you
| propose, as did the heroes in your
| favorte fiction. Don't color your con-
| versation with threats to carry her
off bodily, Staying all who intervene.
Stand on your feet, like a manly man,
and tell her you love her In language
that BELTS these most sane and pro-
sale times.
Your paper sword has failed to win
Try the better way of showing her a
good, strong right arm that is ready
to serve her through life.
| Recognize the existence of a rival
and know that he lies in this mas
querade you have put on. Put him
out of the way by all means by con-
| Quoting yourself in a saneT fashion.
Be a man and love as man of 81
| should love- leaving to those ten years
your junior dreams and schemes that
| smell of gunpowder and gore.