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Show SPURNED LOVE, Did you ever love any one and go through the anguith of not having your love returned? In all nature there is no suffering more bitter and diabolical than love spurned or love tolerated In a kindly spirit without being reciprocated. Rejected love has agonized both sexes In all generations of the pant And it will continue agonising as long as humanity pooples the earth. About the finoBt thing that has ever come to our attention, alons this lino, is the experience of Rodger I Dolan. Forty years ago, Rodger fell deeply in love n 1th a girl of 18. She treated him kindly promised to bo a sister to him but as for returning his love, 'that was impossible. She simply did not love him. And nothing could make her, for love is emotional, not guid-able guid-able by the reason Rodger went through the torments. He paled, grew thin, moped, even hint ed darkly at suicide. This latter wor-ried wor-ried his friend?., since it is no uncommon uncom-mon event for spurned love to attempt at-tempt to extinguish itself in the supposed sup-posed forgetfulncss of death. Then the girl began falling in love with another. This heaped coals of fire on Rodger's head. He disappeared. Forty years have slipped by The other day, Rodger returned to the old home town. He tells what happened. "I hunted up my old flame and ! called on her. And I got the shock ;of mv life. This former sweetheart 'had mellowed with age She had retained re-tained much of her girlish charm. But somehow sho no longer appealed to mo. It was like tho bursting of a beautiful bubble. "I thought it over, back in my hotel room. And. do you know, I was actually ac-tually glad that we hadn't married. She had changed. And so had 1 When I loved her In youth, 6ho seemed to me the finest In creation. But all this had changed as the years rolled on. 1 adored her as a roo bud, but when It came to the blossom of maturity there were others that ap pealed to me more "I couldn't help but think, what a misfortune it would have been for both of us if I had won her for my bride. Inevitably, we would have drifted apart as we matured In opposite oppo-site directions. This was true of me. I believe it is true of both 3exes. "What I really loved back yonder was, not this girl, but nn intangible ideal that she seemed to fit Time V.r. n nVin.i'.-l TT .-. thai T WOfl Tt I Q t B t T , I . DllunLTi it . ' .... j .... , i deluded. As she matured and aged, she fitted my ideal like a badly tailored tai-lored suit of clothes fits my body. "It cost me a lot of suffering. But ) I went on my lone way until finally I found another, my wife, who genuine- i ly measured up to my level. The girl I of my youth remains a sweet memory, but It was unquestionably a case of! mistaken identity. "What fools people are, to commit suicide or brood over love that is not reciprocated, when there are so man) I millions of other people in the world, and among them some ono that will be more appealing. When the REAL ONE is met, love will be mutual." rn |