Life — September 24, 1896 — page 3: what you’re looking at

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VOLUME XXVIII NUMBER 717 ‘LIFE: A MODERN PSYCHE. (SHE SPEAKS.) UT do not go—I like to have you near me, Not quite so near—sit there, sir, if you please. The orchestra is silent; you can hear me; And distance puts us both more at our case. for No Lecivced'youcyesterday pasvail expression! ; Though winged with song and mirth the bright hours flew ; Because I think—pray mark my frank confes- sion— Pr That no one loves me quite so well as you. It may be as you say, that I am taking A false step that I never can retrace; Perhaps some day will come a bitter waking, When love has fled with youth and youth’s sweet grace. Listen! there’s someone singing ‘‘ Traviata: " “Gayly through life”—Ah, yes! ‘tis apropos! Your arm, mon ami. A swift waltz will scatter And turn to blissful breath those sighs of woe. ‘Tis strange! I do not care to take your heart, sir, In fair exchange; and yet, strong jealous wrath Would kindle all my soul, should you depart, sir, To lay it in some other woman's path, ** Selfish,” am I, and ‘void of feelings tender?” Perhaps ; but, then, I'm sure you can but own That for a foot so finely arched and slender A heart is just the fittest stepping-stone. A HARVEST MOON. ON AN OCEAN STEAMER. Sympathizer : S¥VER MIND, IT'LL SOON BE OVER! And if you bade me cease my idle playing On the tired chords my’ hands have swept for years, I think the moonlight o'er my pillow straying Would find it slightly wet with ‘idle tears,” And yet I love you not. Nay, do not start! The reason, sir, you never could discover ; Another mystery of a woman's heart— I love the love, but cannot love the lover. Eliza Calvert Hall. ~ HE: You never drank a drop before we were married, dear. HE: No, I didn’t have to. HE difference between the optimist and the pessimist is in the variation of the flights of their imagination. comicbooks.com