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Show LAST RESORT FOR HIS CA8E. Yokel's Recipe for Man Who Would Be Cured of Love. Apropos of leap year, Ilobert rjarr, the Anglo-American novelist and editor, edi-tor, told at a dinner recently a story nbotit lovo. ' "A man," ho said, "being profoundly in love, consulted a philosopher. "'I am In love,' ho, complained, 'and I don't like it. It keeps mo from working, from acquiring fame. C.m you cure mo?' "'In tho study of astronomy, said the philosopher, stroking his gray beard, 'you will find a euro for love. Contemplate tho planets, and In tho Inllnltu depths of Interstellar spaco tho punlness of yourself and tlm Ins'g-nhlcance Ins'g-nhlcance of your lovo will stun you.' "So tho lover commenced stnr gazing, gaz-ing, and nil went well for a night or two. Then, ns ho sat In his lonely tower with his eyo glued to a telescope, tele-scope, the glil came and put her whlto arms about his neck. "That night ho gazed at tho stars no more. Astronomy, he saw, ws no euro. "But love Irked him and ho sought out an nlchomlet. " atvo mo a philter,' ho said, 'that will euro njo of lovo.' "Tho nlchnmlst smiled. " 'Thero are many Btorles,' he said, 'about philters of this sort, but they aro nil, young sir, quack nostrums. Tho only lovo euro I can glvo you U pruitslc acid.' "Hut tho man shook his head. Ho did not want to die. Ho wanted, with a free, calm mind, to do his work. "And as ho mused on his hard casa ho saw a yokel digging in a ditch, and as ho dug tho yokel regarded tho man curiously. "'Plainly you aro rich,' the yokel said; 'why, then, do you frown and sigh? " 'I am In love,' tho man answered. 'It Is torment. How can I bo cured?' "Tho yokel roared with laughter. "'Ho, ho!' ho Bhouted, 'that is an easy one. Don't you know tho nn-swer?" nn-swer?" "'No,' said tho man. 'What is It? Toll mo quickly.' '"Marry tho girl,' said tho yokel, and ho resumed his digging." |