Browning chief., 1947-05-23
By KATHLEEN NORRIS
Bell Syndicate.-WNU Features.

CTS THERE any cure for
hopeless love?" asksAdele
l. Carpenter, who writes
from a small town near Dallas.
my love affair is all suffering
now, and yet I cannot reconcile
myself to the necessity of giving
up all thought of it. I am 49,"
her letter continues, land have
a good part-time job, and no
financial worries, as my par
ents left me half interest in a
small but good business.
"Eight years ago my mother was
stricken with mysterious disease.
She became physically helpless,
and mentally a child. Shortly after
ward a second cousin Of mine, a
young doctor, came to this town,
and It was quite natural that he
should make his home with us, and
care for my mother. This, began the
years that were heaven to me. I
cannot forget them, or get the joy
of them out of my mind.
1--WE have always led a quiet and
isolated life; my parents were Eu-
ropeans, and we made few friends.
Monty brought into my life compan-
ionship, interest, affection; every
thing was changed. Because of our
relationship, my mother objected
strongly to any talk of marriage,
and for six years we concealed our
affection for each other from her
and all the world, eventually be-
coming lovers, although this was
not long before my mothers death,
and ceased afterward, when I be-
gan to plan to be married.
"It was then Monty came to me
and told me that he did not care for
me in the way he hoped someday to
love a wife. My life was shattered
in that hour, never to recover. He
never wavered, never kissed me
again, never softened the blow in
any way. He quietly moved from
the house, and for some days I did
not see him. Once sent for him, to
discuss the settlement of my moth
er's affairs, but his quietly remote
manner so chilled me that I would
not try that again. Months went by;
I heard that he was living with two
other doctors and had entered part
nership with them.
Politely Explained.
desperate and lonely, I sent for
him and demanded an explanation
of the change. He duly came and
told me politely and regretfully that
his feelings were not his to COM
mand in this matter, and that he
simply did not wish to marry me.
In my despair I suggested that we
marry anyway, since there was no
talk of any other woman. He smil-
ingly and kindly assured me that
that would not work, and went
away. That was more than two
years ago. I have met him since,
but only in the most casual social
way. He is 80 and has not married.
''Now my problem includes my
late fathers partner, now my part
ner in the undertaking business.
Philip is widower with children of
and 8. He has been having
wretched time trying to care for
them, and he has always cared for
me as young uncle or brother
might. He is good man, no bad
habits. In religion and background
we are the same. I am devoted to
his little girls, to whom I am Aunt
DELL But I can get up no enthu-
siasm over his offer of marriage,
and I still thrill and suffer over the
memory of Monty. Would I have a
reasonable chance of happiness,
married to this dull, kind, plodding
man? He urges it very eagerly, and
l believe he would make consider
ate and generous husband. Might I,
as his wife, be cured Of my earlier