For I am desparate. The mere thought of going back to school, when I am
as old as at present and engaged also, is madening."
But Jane held out a warning hand.
"Go slow, dearie," she said, in a solemn tone. "Do nothing rash.
Remember this, that she is your sister, and should be hapily married if
at all. Also she needs one with a strong hand to control her. And such
are not easy to find. You must not ruin her Life."
Considering the fatal truth of that, is it any wonder that, on
contemplateing the events that folowed, I am ready to cry, with the
great poet Hood: 1835-1874: whose numerous works we studied during the
spring term:
Alas, I have walked through life
To heedless where I trod;
Nay, helping to trampel my fellow worm,
And fill the burial sod.
II
If I were to write down all the surging thoughts that filled my brain
this would have to be a Novel instead of a Short Story. And I am not one
who beleives in beginning the life of Letters with a long work. I think
one should start with breif Romanse. For is not Romanse itself but
breif, the thing of an hour, at least to the Other Sex?
Women and girls, having no interest outside their hearts, such as
baseball and hockey and earning saleries, are more likely to hug Romanse
to their breasts, until it is finaly drowned in their tears.
I pass over the next few days, therfore, mearly stating that my AFFAIRE
DE COUER went on rapidly, and that Leila was sulkey AND HAD NO MALE
VISITORS.
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