The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1941-11-27
By KATHLEEN NORRIS

ton for a woman of any
= age than that in which she
suspects that the love of the
man she idolizes is cooling. The
self-deceptions by which aban-
doned sweethearts solace them
selves are pathetic in their
transparency; it is almost i'm
possible for any one of us to be-
Heve that she has lost her charm
for the man she loves.
The girl who writes me a let
ter on this subject fortunately is
young. Brenda is only II, and
whether she likes the idea now
or not she is going to get over
her passion for the tickle Hugo.
Hugo was first my older sister
Annals friend" says Brenda's tear
stained letter, "but from the mo-
ment I first saw him he was the
only man in the world for me.
used to hang around just to see
him, and my chum and used to
walk downtown so that we could
pass his office and perhaps have
glimpse of him.
''My diary in those days was filed
with him, and L I only had word
from him it would make me happy
for week. That was when was
only Is. Last year Anna got
school in a city hundred miles
away. We had good-by party for
her and Hugo came. He and I
talked together seriously for the first
time and I think he realized that
Annals kid sister was not quite so
young as her years. Anyway, after
Anna left he came one night and
brought me candy and stayed talk
ing, and I was so happy could not
sleep for nights afterward.
Wrote Each Other Daily.
"After that we saw each other
frequently and there was no doubt
of his feeling; when he went on short
trips we wrote each other every day,
and although my parents felt I
was too young to make plans yet,
Hugo is 81 and could well support
a wife; and that made a difference.
"The joy of those first days will
remain with me all my life, for I
can never feel for any other man
what feel for Hugo. Just his
voice, just his hand on mine when
he taught me to drive, the very
jackets and caps and neckties he
wore were sacred to me.
''He asked me to marry him, and
wrote me that night that he would
never forget the moment when a
dizzy, crazy little girl threw herself
into his arms In that same letter
he says, you are going to be the
most spoiled little wife in the
world
st suppose the rest of this story"
the letter goes on, sis a familiar
one to you. Hugo had to go away
for three weeks, and even in his
letters, before he came back, felt
the change. When he did get back
I put flowers around in the house
and wore new dress; but he didn't
come that evening. All the next day
and the next I didn't hear from him,
and every second of those days was
an agony.
ION the fourth day telephoned,
couldn't help it. He explained
that he had been terribly busy and
that his mother had house guests,
an old schoolmate of hers and the
schoolmate's twin daughters and that
squirting the girls took up all his
spare time. I asked him if they
knew about me, and he answered
by asking what about you, honey?'
Invited His Guests.
when hung up the telephone
was almost crying, and my mother
suggested that I write, asking his
guests to come to our house for
Sunday supper. He seemed pleased
by that, and they came. My mother
had everything lovely, but the eve
ming did not have one happy mo-