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Show LAST RESORT FOR HIS CASE. Yokel's Recipe for Man Who Would Be Cured of Love. Apropos of leap year, Robert Barr, the Anglo-American novelist and editor, edi-tor, told at a dinner reecntly a story about love. "A man," he said, "being profoundly In love, consulted a philosopher. "T am In love,' he complained, 'and I don't like It. It keeps me from working, from acquiring fame. Can you cure me?' " 'In the study of astronomy,' said tho philosopher, Btroklng his gray beard, 'you will find a cure for love. Contemplate the planets, and in- the Infinite depths of Interstellar space the punlness of yourself and the Insignificance Insig-nificance of your love will stun you.' "So the lover commenced star gazing, gaz-ing, and all wjjnt well for a night or two. Then, as he sat in his lonely tower with his eye glued to a tele-Ecope, tele-Ecope, the girl came and put her whlto arms about his neck. "That night he gazed at the stars no more. Astronomy, ho saw, was no cure. "But love irked him and he sought out an alchemist. " 'Give me a philter,' he said, 'that will cure me of love.' "The alchemist Bmllod." "'There are many storleo ho said, 'about philters of this sort, but they are all. young sir, quack nostrum. The only love cure I can give you is prussic acid.' "But the man shook his head. He did not want to die. He wanted, with a free, calm mind, to do his work. "And as ho mused on his hard case he saw a yokel digging in a ditch, and as he dug the yokel regarded the man curiously "'Plainly you are rich,' the yokel said; 'why, then, do you frown 'and sigh?' " T am in love,' the man answered. Tt is torment. How can I be cured?' The yokel roared with laughter. '"Ho, ho!' he shouted, 'that is an easy one. Don't you knew tho an ewer?' "'No.' eaid the man. 'What Is it? Teh me quickly.' '"Marry tho girl, nald the yokel, and he resumed his digging." |