The Weber Literary Journal otherwise happened. Where did father ever get such ideas as that I was born in Greenville? Am very well and hope you are the same. With love, Sue. Greenville, March 21st. WESTERN UNION TELEGRAM NIGHT LETTER Suzanne Sellman Your father furious after reading last letter. He and Ernie Hicks just left for city. Are going to get police and said were going to annul marriage. But oh, Sue, I just found your letter dated February 27 on floor under organ. Understand everything and forgive you. Mother. March 22nd. Dear Mother, Father and Ernie arrived safely. They called the police and came straight for our school with a whole army of them. The bunch arrived just in time to see our big opening performance of the "Little Villain." They admitted it was great and a success, but Ernie thought I was kissed too much. He said that he counted eighteen. I never had so many flowers in all my life. I wasn't quite sure that I wasn't at my own funeral. The best fun of the evening, though, was the spanking father gave me. They went home after telling me that they just came up for the play. With lots and lots of love, Sue. 32 The Weber Literary Journal The Course of True Love BY A STUDENT OF LIFE When to my life love's phantom came, The world was turning just the same; Each day a herald of its happy hours, Each hour a garden with its sixty flowers; My truant thoughts of love were all vague dreams, And life a romance of enchanted themes. By chance we met. All-understanding, Our friendship grew, until expanding. Into my heart came echoed love divine. No fairer love on earth could I define, It came all-sweeping, taking peace and all. My gilded castles with myself did fall. To dizzy heights my spirit soared, While in my breast a lion roared, Crying in Love's name for new worlds to tame, The spoils all sacrifice to Cupid's flame. The new-born life was one triumphant joy, And Cupid's piercing shaft a woman's toy. But In love's full bloom there came another, A handsome knave, a reckless lover; And, stealing, found a place in my Jewel's heart. Oh true, the Cupid shafts began to smart, And from the depths came maddened fiend to tell Of direful deeds in throes of murky hell. Then to the dark ambition fled; Fantastic schemes took hold instead. Yet for one moment of her joy, I swore All ills on earth I'd bear forevermore. But when alone, the jealous fiend came back To rouse my fears my troubled soul to wrack. Which one? In trembling awe, I told my tale Of perfect love, a soul for sale; With laughing eyes she blushed and answering said, Of how, at times, her own poor heart had bled; That all my fears had been a test, a trial, And she in truth had loved me all the while. Or? In trembling awe, I spoke my fear. She laughed and cried, "I'm sorry dear, You see, you never spoke your love before, And I love John. You know you're such a bore." Now let the fiend to me his poisons bring Sans love, sans hope, sans life sans everything. 33