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been whispering them in longing
and listening ears.
And here at last I saw them,
hoping you will understand what
they may mean to me.
I looked around with open eyes,
but never saw the glory that turn
ed the gray of life to gold; I lis
tened vainly for the lost chord
that would complete the melody.
To my halting tongue the words
of joy and bliss were strange. I
could not understand the reason
for it all. I said, "We are born,
we die and that is all."
Then all at once from out my
waking heart the words, "I love
you," came and kissed my tremb
ling lips, and about my soul was
strung a radiance unspeakable.
Now, because I love you, I walk
apart from all life's woe. Grief
cannot touch me if I repeat the
magic words, and Discontent
hides her face before the dear,
dear thought is coined into
I love you.
All day long the words sing in
my heart. No matter how hard
or sordid the word with which
each hour is filled, it cannot make
me wish to change my lot with
even the earth's favored ones, for
they perhaps will never know the
bliss of saying, "I love you."
And so, beloved, I want to be
to you the woman who satisfies
all that your mind, soul and body
craves; who is loyal as a friend
through good and ill; who can
clasp your hands in closest com
fadeship or set your blood ting
ling to love's sweetest measures.
I would have my face fair that
you may love to gaze; my brain
big to cope with yours; my soul
broad that you may know that
truth and sympathy and perfect
truth are always there; but I
would have my heart so soft and
tender that at your slightest
touch I drop all other attributes,
all other thoughts, all other
words, save those of love.
Earth can hold no more for me
than that "I love you," and the
very gates of Paradise will open it
if you love me.
GAMBLER AND 'SQUEALER'
New York, Feb. 14. "Jimmie"
Purcell, professional gambler,
whose story of protection money
and police graft has resulted in
the indictment of high police offi--cials,
today shot and killed his 12-year-old
daughter, Agnes, in their
home at 218 W. 21st street.
He then turned the gun on his
wife, but the shot went wild.
Purcell gave himself up to the
police. He declared his wife had
reproached him for being a
"squealer" because of his testi
mony against the police. His
daughter sided with her mother.
The little girl was found lying
on a bed with a bullet hole in each
breast and one in her right arm.
Mrs. Purcell had .fainted across
Young Man I should like to
ask your advice, sir, as to whether
you think your daughter would
make me a suitable wife."' Law
yer No, I don't think she "would.
Six dollars, please.