The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1915-07-16
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WAITING AND WISHING.

WAITING AND WISHING.
Copyright, 1915, by the Mcclure
Newspaper Syndicate.)
There has fallen a splendid tear
From the passion flower at the
gate.
She is coming, my dove, my dear,
She is coming, my life, nv fate.
The red rose cries: "She is near. she
is neari'
The white rose weeps: "She il late. {"
And the lily whispers: iT wait"
The girl who waits year in and year
out for lover who comes mn to the
mark of her expectancy often dies
an old maid. If she centers her
thoughts on one who is not in a pos
ition to wed the sweetheart of his
youth until he has advanced himself
in business, she braves the criticism,
in her lonely hours, of. those who
claim that she will wait and wish for
this particular man without her hopes
being realized. Sentimental fancy, if
waiting and wishing ardently, putting
off the day SO long looked forward to,
wrecks happiness in the long run.
In her youthtime she sympathized
and planned with delight from the ap-
proach Of the bridal day to the ami
versary of their happy married life,
with pictures of events, and lively,
good times. It was simply a delusion,
fleeting, dragging along for years
and no wedding bells for her. Living
in the country, where everyone knew
Of postponements, and disappoint-
ments, with gossiping, and counting
of her age, as well as observing her
fading charms, was not to be endured
by the woman whose heart hungered
from waiting.
The city, which lures thousands of
newcomers who have left pleasant
homes in the country, adds this stran-
ger to its cramped quarters and un-
satisfying environments. "Where
should the woman alone and among
strangers board 2" was her first
query. A home-like boarding house
had hall bedroom, which she was
obliged to take until more desirable
room was vacant. Where should a
woman boarding away from her home
receive the few friends and acquain-
tances that might come to the door
to visit her occasionally She won
dered. To attempt to talk to any one
in the little stuffy parlor was worse
than seeing no one at all, especially if
the gentleman was an old acquain-
lance whom she wished to see.
The woman who had moved to the
city was sensible and good. The one
man for whom she had waited long
years and wished for till hope had
nearly died out of her famished heart
had come to her, in her little cottage,
on the eve of her going to the city;
had asked her to write to him, and
when taking her hand, said in a low
voice: eve have been sweethearts for
years and have not come to any con-
clusion as yet. Will you allow me to
call upon you in the city and at last
to talk over the all-important ques-
ton. If it is not too late?"
"It's long road that has no turn
to it" she had always been told. The
landlady curiously fathoms out the
mystery of why she had enquired If
she could accommodate two for sup
per in the dining room, soon after
the others had gone. "A wedding sup
per, true as I live" laughed the land
lady to herself. She was right in her
surmise. A bride and groom were her
guests after long waiting and wish
ing.
Miss Libbey's reply to your letters.
Correct name and address must be
given to insure attention, not to print.
Use ink. Write short letters, only on
one side of paper. Address Miss Lib
hey, 916 President Street, Brooklyn,
N. Y.
Not Up Early; Husbands Fret.
Dear Miss Libbey; In your heart
talks please advise US. We are two