THE STORY OF AN
UNTOLD LOVE

I

February 20, 1890. There is not a moment of my life that you have sharedwith me which I cannot recall with a distinctness fairly sunlit. My joys and mysorrows, my triumphs and my failures, have faded one by one from emotions intomemories, quickening neither pulse nor thought when they recur to me, while youalone can set both throbbing. And though for years I have known that if youenshrined any one in your heart it would be some one worthier of you, yet Ihave loved you truly, and whatever I have been in all else, in that one thing,at least, I have been strong. Nor would I part with my tenderness for you, eventhough it has robbed me of contentment; for all the pleasures of which I candream cannot equal the happiness of loving you. To God I owe life, and you,Maizie, have filled that life with love; and to both I bow my spirit in thanks,striving not to waste his gift lest I be unworthy of the devotion I feel foryou.

If I were a stronger man, I should not now be sobbing out my heart’sblood through the tip of a pen. Instead of writing of my sorrow, I should havebattled for my love despite all obstacles. But I am no Alexander to cut theknot of entanglements which the fates have woven about me, and so, Midas-like,I sit morbidly whispering the hidden grief, too great for me to bear in silencelonger.

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