The Salt Lake tribune. [volume] (Salt Lake City, Utah) 1890-current, 1914-02-23
Miscellany
Cherish Your Love.
BY MADGE ARTHUR.

crS who Is so fortunate as never TO
have cried aloud, using these or similar
words; "Oh, he doesn't love as he
once did. She hasn't I the same feeling
that she once had
Your cry goes out, the expression,
you say. of your wounded love, OF your
broken friendship, of your disappoint.
ment and dsillusionment. From the
depths Of your heart you feel yourself
10 be one who has given q loving ma
turc to become but the plaything of an
hour from some unappreclative ono,
and YOU shut yourself within The house
of your misery and moan and groan of
the hurt which has been done you.
We arc all little Inclined we
Americans. to this counting and add
ing up of the measure of our great gift
of love.
$50 much have L given, we say,
"and so much shall [ have in return,
or else shall my voice be heard through.
in lamentations and upbraidings.
The ponderIng oriental has computed
more wisely the great gift which soft.
ems and beautifies the heart which har.
bors it. in his giving, he knows, is
his blessing, and he does not call for
the scales Of Justice TO measure by
ounces that which he gives ana that
which he receives.
However, here we are in the calculat-
ing west, and suppose we try to make
the best of this problem, TO follow the
trail of tendencies and see what is
their ultimate goal,
We will suppose that you, you TO
whom I speak, are battling with this
feeling. Grief, the sheer, unreasoning
grief which does not recognize any
thing but the smarting hurt of the mo-
ment, rcigns, king of your llfe FOR the
time being, but, if | am anything of a
prophet, resentment Will not be long IN
coming to give battle for the throne.
and then will begin your complainings,
your reproaches, your violent efforts to
frighten love into returning. once more
to rule and dominate your life.
So much have You gwen, ! think
hear YOU say. so much Of love and devo-
tion and tender affection, and so little
are you to have in return.
Very well, then, since you wish 1T.
we will argue matters on this basls OF
give and take, but DO not blame ME If
the conclusion is not altogether TO your
liking, if YOU come off rather worse
than you anticipate,
Here are few of my thoughts on
the matter in hand,
One day, far. far In the past, or but
Yesterday in the story of your life,
you gave your love, a free gift, to some
one, at the call Of an impulse which
bade you shower the loveliest things
of your nature on the nature which
had claimed your allegiance.
There has not vet come TO this
plain to you why YOU are desirous OF
givinm Your carefully guarded gift or
love to that one personality, to that
one and no other Bnt YOU, in your IN
nermost nature. knew that You were
sending YOUR great gift to che shelter
which had been meant for it since the
stars first danced in heaven. The mr..
acle had happened for you and you did
not question it-you questioned no
more than | can explain.
But having once sent your lgitt out
on its Journey. what did you dos
IF T can guess anything about the
matter and about the state of affairs
which has led up to your present call.
ing and regret, you then sat yourself
down TO happy contemplation of your
generous bestowal
You took the birds and the trees
and the flowers into your confidence,
without doubt, aud all your DAYS were
one long expression Of your happiness
in the fact that your love had found
its rightful home.
But You forgot, did you not, that
your life has to he lived in this work a,
day world; that there are the trying
irritations of everyday life TO be met
and combated if you would preserve
the luster and preciousness of your
gift, and that nothing will tarnish and
corrode like careless selflshpess, even
the selfishness Of absorbed contempla"
ton.
Is there anything in what | say to
fit Your caSeg
Have you blindly stumbled and strug
gled amid the amazements aud annoy
ances which come into every life, MAX
ing no efforts at order or at smoothness,
but bluudering along always with your
ewes on the stars and murmuring TO
Yourself the magic fact that you have
given your love-taking that, in your
blind unreason, to be the all-sui'ficient
fact which shall govern your life and
its ordering for the remainder of its
term.
You may speak to me of great love,
Of high love, of the classic loves of the
world but still / tell you that hand
in-haud with it must go the capacity
for self-sacrifice, for thought in its
preservation, and for the smoothing
away Of irritations and annoyances.
A passive love is not, to my mind,
real love at all,
Examine your grievance, and if you
can find it in the smallest matter,
bearing out my accusation, sec TO it
that you eradicate it sharply and
swiftly.
otherwise foresee your ship Of hap
pincss going to pieces yerv surely and
completely on the rock of your own
negligence.
The Worm Turned.
The other day Sir Gilbert Parker. NJ