The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1923-03-06

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Tonight my heart is crying out to
that part of my brain we humans
call reason. that it has basely per
suaded me to give up that which I
know now makes existence life, for
the sake Of following out some silly
convention of society.
II Want You"
I want you so, lover mine, I want
you so. Everything in the world
sinks into nothingness beside the
want of you.
But my reason insists that we'd
dings must be prepared for, just as
births ana burfals must be given
thought and preparation. Life is not
aH feelings and impulse. In fact I
am afraid we VIII find more RESPONSE
bility and duty in it than romance
and dreams. Although I hate it, to-
night, know more than ever before
that convention after all is but making
into a universal rule the duties i'm
posed on mankind by necessity and
convenience. close my hand over
my Clamoring heart and listen to the
sane counsels Of reason.
You know, John dear. that my
mother would never have forgiven
me had I slipped away and married
you without letting any one know. as
YOU wanted me to do. Mothers want
to make the world think. at least,
that their daughters are going TO
something better than they have
ever had before, and much of the
compensation which viii come to my
mother for losing her daughter Will
be the glory Of sending me 10 you
in the proper manner.
So there must be wedding bells and
cakes, and flowers and bridesmaids
and clothes and chests Of linen and
wedding presents, and the round OF
social affairs that come before. Oh.
how I shall hate those social affairs,
for you, John, viii not he with me,
along Deserted Round"
All the time 7 am bowling and smIl-
ing and accepting fluctuations and
good wishes. I shall be wishing that
was beside you in the little road
ster. hurrying along a deserted coun-
try road where the twilight shuts
down between the shadowv trees that
line its sides and the moon IS family
showing as Il comes up over the hills
in the distance.
THE miles are lencthening between
tween YOU How wish could close
my ears to what those wheels are
saying.
You VIII not forget anything about
me-. viii you. John? You viii remem-
Der just how my mouth looked when
YOU bent over me to kiss me? You
viii remember the touch Of my hand
the intonation Of my voice-and
the Unhappiness my whole being ex-
pressed when You We're leaving me?
7 could not bear TO have you forget.
John. dear John. the unhappiness
= parting is mine, now. Those in
eistent wheels are humping along.
not upon the iron rails, but upon my
heart. saying over and over again,
The miles are Iengthening between
YOU"
DO hope you are writing me to-
night. Tor even II you do. the earliest
7 can hear from YOU viii be two days
from now. after I have been home
at least twelve hours. But whether
YOU are writing or not. lover mine.
YOU cannot take from me this sad
. happiness-yes. John. there is such
a thing as sad happiness, but only
/ lovers know it-of sitting here and
writing to YOU.
7 am very impatient to get home. 7
am very impatient to tell them at
home about you.
Mother VIII BE Proud"
Dad. dear old dad. will be gruff in
his questions. but I know he will
give his consent when I tell him that
only you can make me happy. Mother,
John, will be rather proud, you are
so good looking. dear.
Whatever mothers may say about
their grief at losing their daughters.
every mother feels happier when she
| sees her girl we'll settled; when she
I knows that she has begun to fulfil
I her destiny. No mother likes to feel
that her daughter cannot exert that
feminine lure which brings to her
tho love Of a good man.
John. my mother will love you and
my father respect and admire you.
Alice. my young sister. viii adore
you-and I, lover mine? You are al
LESLIE
TOMORROW: A letter from John
Alden Prescott to his prospective
father-in-law, and his reply.