Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-09-17

TIME young man fell in love, dead
in love, or at least he acted as
- il that was what he was doing.
He never left the girl alone a min
ute He followed her from pillar to
post and back to the pillar again. He
wrote poetry and he sang and he sent
flowers and he told her she was the
prettiest thing alive and he talked
about a bungalow, and a little gar
den and Just they two together on the
porch, and he bought a ring and
then-he went away.
At first he wrote-oh such beauti-
ful letters-silly her mother thought
them, but they weren't silly to the
girl. She smiled over them and cried
over them and hid them under her
pillow at highland answered them
and waited for the postman-and now
he's stopped writing.
She noticed that the letters were not
quite so sweet as they used to be
then they were shorter. then they came
schooner and then-they stopped alto
gether. She knows the man is well, for
she took pains TO fnd that out Now.
then. what shall she dor
She was to write to him every day
she does write q half dozen letters
day-and tears them up.
Sad letters-letters that try to be
gay and alluring. letters with a sob
in every line, letters that sound like
Mt OF hysterics-letters that are an
agony OF appeal-calm reasonable let
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all up, little girl. tear them all up, ex-
cept the friendly ones and only send one
Of those.
II you are really engaged TO the man,
It is your right to know what is the
matter with him. Don't risk your life 8
happiness for a silly reserve-write him
and ask him what's the matter-you
could do that to YOUR own brother,
couldn't you? That will give him his
chance, and that's what you want to do
give him his chance-and yours-to
get out Of what may be q disaUeeable
situation for you both.
No. don't appeal to his pity don't
try to bring back what he once felt for
you. That isn't fair; It isn't fair to
him-or to yourself
II he wants TO get away from you
now-you can't let him get far enough.
II you can't hold him before marriage,
what in the world would you do once
you were Just his wife. And. then, 1t
isn't honest; It isn't square to make
man actually break with you. Let him
give you the chance to do that.
What ever else you lose. don't lose
your pride. That will help you
through when nothing else on, earth
will-oh. yes. I know the world swims
under your feet at the very idea that
he doesn't care for you as he did
you want to die-you pray to stop liv-
ing-just now.
You think It will last forever, this
misery, this lonely gnawtng at your
heart. OH no, oh! no, II will MOTT
Will not-nothing lasts-nothing, not
even happiness; not Just the same way.
A year from now you'll have trouble
to remember the color Of his eyes, and
five years from now. when somebody
asks you where he is you'll have a
time trying to think when It was that
YOU last saw him.
Oh, yes. you will, you aren't so diff
ferent from all the rest Of the world
you aren't the first to crush out a 10y
from your very heart and live and laugh
afterwards.
Others have gone through with It, so
can you.
Don't let anyone know, don't let any
one dream what It is you suffer, for,
when all is gone, good old honest pride
will come and say: Lean upon me, lit
tie sister" and first you know your