The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1935-11-14

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the grandest things in my life. I
am very sorry it had to end in such
an absurd way. My compliments to
Mrs. A. for her splendid work. Also
my deepest sympathy to you for
your aboninable affection Of weak
ness.
Probably one of us lust amt
got what it takes" but don't care
to take the blame for all of this
because I don't think it is entirely
my fault. I know definitely that
none in this world is perfect. We
possibly are deficient in one way or
another. I don't mean to be too
terribly caddish about this matter
for it doesn't seem to make much
difference to either of us any more.
I have seen time when it might.
AS you have said, I can't take it.
I am afraid I shall never be able to
take it from any one that it seems
to mean so little to.
One more thing. You are not
the only boy I ever cared for, but
you are the only boy I ever loved
in such strange way. You seemed
like magnet that I could not
escape. but now the magnet has
lost its power and you are fading
from me. My diary will help me re-
trace some of the marvellous times
I have had with you although they
seem unimportant now. I missed
you terribly at first. However, it
appears matter-of fact now. I hope
that horrible headache of yours is
gone.
Answer-Who is Mrs. A? A
deadly rival who has made your
girl friend jealous? You leave me
completely in the dark in regard
to the incident which inspired the
letter. Therefore I can not give
you an intelligent answer.
I can tell you quite lot about
the young lady after reading her
letter. She is highly imaginative
with a gift for dramatizing her.
self, and right now she is feeling
pretty tragic because she has met
with her first disappointment in
love. She did not love you for
what you are but for what she
thought you were. To be wor-
shipped on basis of supposition
is not to be worshipped at all, but
she is too inexperienced to know
that. Her adolescent dream of the
ideal che" has come into conflict
with reality, and it hurts.
Her complaint against you mar
rows down to this: II cared and
you didn't. What meant so much
to me meant so little to you" This
is such universal complaint that
1T will be echoed in the heart of
almost every girl who reads her
letter. 1t is too bad that the i'm
plIcations of love affair are
taken so much more seriously by
the girls than by the boys. have
no doubt you are puzzled to the
point of madness by such an ex-
hibition of feeling. You have no
idea what you did to set off the
| fireworks.
The sending of the bullets and
cartridges symbolizes her change
of feeling toward you. Love is
closely allied with hate, and hate
is closely allied with death. IF
you don't love me, then I wish
you were dead" is the real mean
ing of her message. Think not
that the young lady is as indif-
ferent to you as her letter indi-
Gates. Il don't care, I don't care"
is simply her marching song which
she sings to keep up her courage
and to give her wounded pride
some privacy.
What you are to do about it
depends on the depth of your
feeling. If you realize you never
can return her affection, no
matter how hard you try, the
kindest thing you can do is simply
to let her alone. She will recover,
never fear. But if you want the
girl, the cards are all in your
hand. About all you have to do
is show little tenderness.