No One Loves Me, - No One

There Was A Filmy Veil Of Soft Dull Mist Obscuring, But Not Hiding, All Objects, Giving Them A Lilac Hue, For The Sun Had Not Yet Fully Set; A Robin Was Singing ... The Leaves Were More Gorgeous Than Ever; The First Touch Of Frost Would Lay Them All Low To The Ground. Already One Or Two Kept Constantly Floating Down, Amber And Golden In The Low Slanting Sun-rays.

How Different Men Were To Women!

Yes! He Knew How She Would Love. He Had Not Loved Her Without Gaining That Instinctive Knowledge Of What Capabilities Were In Her. Her Soul Would Walk In Glorious Sunlight If Any Man Was Worthy, By His Power Of Loving, To Win Back Her Love.

But The Monotonous Life Led By Invalids Often Makes Them Like Children, Inasmuch As Thy Have Neither Of Them Any Sense Of Proportion In Events, And Seem Each To Believe That The Walls And Curtains Which Shut In Their World, And Shut Out Everything Else, Must Of Necessity Be Larger Than Anything Hidden Beyond.

I Dare Say There's Many A Woman Makes As Sad A Mistake As I Have Done, And Only Finds It Out Too Late.