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EL PASO HERALD Week-End Edition, Marcii 14-15, 1914 Famous Loves of Famous Americans P OETS are supposed to know much of love, but America’s greatest poet came near making- a sorry mess of the chief love affair of his life. In December, 1835, as sad and dispirited a young man as perhaps could be found in all Europe boarded a stage coach in Rotterdam to journey to Heidelberg. Th© young man was Ilenry Wadsworth Longfellow, who had been professor of literature in Bowdoin, and to whom the Smith professorship of modern languages at Harvard had been offered by president Tosiah Quincy. To fit himself fuHv for his duties at Harvard, Longfellow had planned a year or two of travel and study in Europe, and with his wife he had been sauntering through Norway, Sweden, Holland and northern Germany. At Rotterdam he had halted, for his wife was ill. She seemed to be well on the road to recovery, but suddenly took a turn for the worse, and before Longfellow realized the seriousness of her condition she died. Out of Rotterdam he carried the sad memories of the burial of the beautiful girl in a strange land, of the sorrows that had <\jm% when the world had seemed so full o7 ¿he brightness of promise to him, and the blackness of the outlook without her by his side. Chance Meeting at Wayside Inn. He was twenty eight, tall, slender and deeply emotional. At Heidelberg he met some of the German philosophers and tried to discipline himself by study, but it was of little use. He was lonely and dejected, and the recollection of his bereavement almost overwhelmed him. It was in Heidelberg that he first met William Cullen Bryant, and it was Bryant who persuaded him to take a trip afoot through the Tyrol. It was near Interlaken that his great adventure opened. Up to the door of the inn at which he was stopping there came a party that was traveling in state with coach and four, postillions and outriders. It was the family of Nathan Appleton, one of the richest merchants of Boston. To the poet, the visitors, brought the atmosphere of home. To' the Ap- pletons, the sorrows of Longfellow had a strong appeal, for they knew of him and of his wife. Mr. Appleton, in the kindness of his heart, invited Longfellow to join hfs party, and together they journeyed through the wonderland of the Alps. Time lifts the weight of sadness; otherwise, life would be dull, indeed. In the Appleton party was a girl of eighteen, the daughter of Longfellow’s host. She was just budding into womanhood. and was charming in every way. In her eyes Longfellow was old, much too old for a girl of her years to consider, but his sorrow awakened her sympathy. What more natural than that he, in his loneliness, and she, in her sympathy, should be together a great deal? If the parents had any notion that this companioship would develop into love, they made no sign. For months the Appletons and Longfellow explored the Tyrol country, and then came the time for parting. The Appletons had to return to America; Longfellow was to remain abroad a few months longer. Longfellim FalU In Love. Women, young and old, know the feelings of men toward them before men realize it themselves. Fanny Appleton was far too bright and clever not to realize how deep an impression she had made on her father’s guest, but at eighteen such a happening is merely one of the joys of a woman’s existence. When the Appletons and Longfellow parted pompany there may have been lingering* regret on the part of the girl, but there is little doubt that she was heart free. It was not so, however, with Longfellow, and Miss Appleton was soon to discover it* much to her annoyance. In December, 1836, Longfellow came back to America. Thoughts of Miss Appleton were with him every one of his waking hours. He entered upon his duties as a professor of Harvard, and went to board at Craigie House. In that famous old house he wrote the ! poems that made him a world figure. It was a glorious place for a poet to make his abode. It was built in 1750 by Col. John Vassall, who lived there until the eve of the Revolution, when he went to England and erased from his family coat of arms the motto, “Always for my country; often for my king.” When Col \ assal left, the property was confiscated by the Continentals. After the battle of Bunker Hill the troops of Marblehead were quartered under its roof. Then Washington made it his headquarters and for nine months he and Mrs. Washing* ton lived there. In one of his poems Longfellow, speaking of Washington, has these lines: “Yes. within this very room Sat he in those hours of gloom, Weary both in heart and head.’* The room that was Longfellow’s study had been Washington’s dining room. After the Revolution, the house went through various hands and in 1793 it was purchased, with the one hundred ?nd fifty acres about it, by Andrew Craigie, * apothecary general in the American army. Craigie was very rich and entertained the merchant princes of Boston and all the prominent visitors to the Hub. Story Shocks the Appletons. Longfellow had not been in Craigie House long before he began to write “Hyperion.” Before he finished it he had written “The Psalm of Life,” and taken his place as one of the sweet singers of the world. “Hyperion’’ made something of a sensation. In Boston everybody talked about it. None who knew Longfellow or Miss Appleton but could recognize the characters. The Mary Ashburton in the story was Miss Appleton; the Paul Flemming was Longfellow. The poet told his own love story in “Hyperion.” The Appletons were shocked. They considered that Longfellow, to say the least, had been grossly indelicate in making his feelings public in this manner. Into the romance Longfellow put the glow, the fervor, the fever of his heart. In doing this without ever having spoken a word of love to her, Miss Appleton felt that Longfellow had sinned beyond forgiveness. To those who read “Hyperion” today it is plain what Miss Appleton must have felt. The story is delightful from the guidebook standpoint. Nothing better ever has been written about the Tyrol. But the story itself is mawkish. It has to be read when you are young if it is to charm you. At such a time of life “Hyperion” is a By Robert Stephens — III—Henry Wadsworth Longfellow and Frances Appleton “In the Appleton revelation of a new world, but it is otherwise when viewed with the soberness of middle age. For many months after the appearance of “Hyperion,” Miss Appleton had no wish to see Longfellow and he was not welcome at her home. It is not pleasant to be joked about and to be party was a girl of IS, daughter of Lon , the subject of public discussion. Longfellow could not plead that he thought no one would recognize the characters, for when the storm of discussion arose, he had written to his friend Greene:—“The feeling ******* are true; the events of the story mostly fictitious. The heroine, of course, bears a resem- gfello\v*s host.*1 blance to the lady without being an exact portrayal. There is no betrayal of confidence, no real scene described.” Resentment Gives Wny to Love. It was years before Miss Appleton would forgive Longfellow. Meanwhile, 1 his fame was growing. Xo man who ever taught at Harvard had more friPnd* more admirers, and possibly friena. Gentle, kindly, courtly, H°was'not possible to bear resentment toward him forever. The knowledge f t, o-rief that he had caused the of the grier in added ^ ^ affection and devotion. Gradually his offence lessened in her eyes and love t0On iu8lyPllTl84». they 7ere married. That was seven years after they had met in the Tyrol. A little more than Inth before this wedding. Miss * nioton wrote a letter to Eliza Potter the elder sister of the first Mrs. Ton efellow, which reveals the sweetness of her character perhaps as well as any thin^ that could be said about , her. Here >s «e^eUer.^ ^ 184J DPAcceptSSrny° warmest thanks for the 1 verv kind manner in which you have expressed an interest in our happiness. It is all the more welcome m coming from a stranger upon whom I have no claim to Kindle a kindly regard, and t0ACmongm!theedmany blessings which the new world I have entered reveals to me a new heritage of friends is a nhoire one Those most dear to Henry, most closely linked with his early associations, I am, naturally, most anxious to know and love-and. I trust an' opportunity will bring us together beBute I Should feel no little timidity In being known to you and his family; a dread that loving him as you do 1 mieht not fulfill all the exactions of your hearts; were not such fears relieved by the generous determination you have shown to approve his choice —upon faith in him. To one who has known him so long and so well, I need not attempt to speak of my happiness in possessing such a heart—nor of my infinite gratitude to the giver of every good gift for bestowing upon me the power of rendering him once more happy in the hope of a home—so sacred and dear to his loving nature by blessed memories to which I fervently pray to be found worthy to succeed. Receive again my thanks for your kind sympathy, with the assurance of my warm regards—which I trust will not always be imprisoned in words. I remain. Sincerely and gratefully your«, Fanny E. Appleton. An Ideal Married Life. To Mary Potter, his first wife, Longfellow had been tenderly devoted— how devoted can be measured by that beautiful poem of his which he wrote after laying her away in her grave; “Footsteps of Angels,” it is called. It was given to Fanny Appleton, however, to broaden his view, stir his heart and widen his sympathy as perhaps no other woman could. In his poems at various times he speaks of her deep, unutterable eyes. Others have told of her singular charm, of her Junon- ian beauty, and her great intelligence. As a wedding gift, Mr. Appleton presented Craigie House to Longfellow and his wife. Today the Longfellow House—the Craigie House of long ago—is the shrine of Cambridge. There Longfellow wrote “Excelsior;” there he wrote “Evangeline;” there he wrote “Hiawatha,” and there he wrote nearly all the poems that he gave to the world and that will live as long as the world does. For the first few years of their mar ried life, Mrs. Longfellow acted as ht* amanuensis. He had overstrained his eves and there was fear for a time that his sight would be affected permanently. The rest they got in these years, when she did his writing, restored them to strength and thereafter he was troubled no more by them. Their life was ideal. They lived simply but well. They had no money cares. Their tastes were akin. Their home was the meeting place of the intellectual of New England. There came Hawthorne, Sumner, Emerson, Ward, Lowell, Agassiz, Dana, and a host of others. In Longfellow’s diary, under date of July 13, 1846, there is this entry; “Three years of married life and each year an added grace and a new charm and increase of affection. But these things refuse to be recorded or expressed in words, let me dxeam of them.” Tragic End of Beautiful Romance. Eighteen years of life as beautiful as man and woman ever lived together was the portion of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow and Frances Appleton. Then a great tragedy ended their beautiful romance. On July 9, 1861, while Mrs. Longfellow was sitting in the library with her little girls engaged in sealing up some packages of their curls, which she had just cut and which she intended to send to relatives of her husband and herself, the match with which she was melting the wax fell to the floor and set fire to her light summer dress. In a moment sho was a mass of flames. The poet was in an adjoining rootrv He rushed in and tried to beat out the fire. In doing so, he was badly burned, but his burns were as nothing to those of Mrs. Longfellow. She was so terribly injured that she died the next day. On July ISth, the anniversary of her wedding, she was buried at Mt. Auburn. That night Longfellow wrote: “Sleep sweetly, tender heart. In peace Sleep, holy spirit, blessed soul! While the stars burn, the moons 1**» crease, And the great ages onward roll," Longfellow never fully recovered from the shock of his wife’s deatlw The homage of the world in the SI years he lived after her passing waJ> little to him compared with the separation. To few Americans has the worUl ever given such tributes of love and affection. When he went abroad hi 1868, Gladstone, the duke of ArgylL lord John Russell, queen Victoria and the prince of Wales, who Is better known as Edward VII, vied in doing honor to him. But nothing of all his experiences touched him so much as the simple act of a common laborer who went up to his carriage in one of the crowded streets of London aiHl Eskcd I “Are you the Mr. Longfellow who wrote ‘The Psalm of Life?’” “I am,” said the American. “Won’t you let me touch your hand?** said the toiler. Of all the loves of famous Americans there is none much more beautiful than that of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow and Frances Appleton.—Copy, right, 1914, by the Wheeler Syndicate. Inc. w Next week:—The Love Story of Ben* edict Arnold and Margaret Shippen, one of the most dramatic love affair* in the annals of American history. The Aeroplane Waltz ^ Miss Sawyer’s Original Novelty Article No. 1—The Running Steps and “Wheel” Positon. * ! This picture shows the position for the “wheel” movement. This position is taken after the aeroplane glide, in which the partners sway from side to side, and which is fully described by Miss Sawyer in the accompanying article. The steps from the new waltz from first to last will be told in detail in three complete articles, one of which appears each week on this page. Miss Sawyer is a for mer El Paso girl. girl stands in front of the man with 1) r hands in his, either at the waist or with the arms slightly raised. They take two steps forward to the- left, turn and take two steps forward to the right, and hold two beats, and then resume the movement doubled. That is, allowing two beats of the music to every step, making the dance slower and swaying as much as possible to show indecision in the flight. Then break into a rapid waltz step, whirling around for a few beats, and then pose for two counts with the arms raised and facing each other. Then finally break into the waltz movement again, which can be kept up till tlie dancers are ready for the next movement. The dancers must remember this one thing in undertaking any dance of this kind. Make yourself a part of each other, mingle your personalities so as to make but one ruling spirit in the dance, although there must of necessity be two dancers. With different ideas on the same subject nothing can be accomplished. Old Women. Who Are “in the Way” Big Hearted Woman Starts New Charity, That of Providing Home For Aged Dependent In-Laws and Relatives :::::: By Dorothy Dix ADVERTISE: the selling points of your real estate candidly ar*d convincingly. Tell your story on the want ad page I of The Herald, and you will reach j thousands of prospective buyers. G O O P S By GELETT BURGESS A GREAT hearted woman who recently died has willed all of her fortune to build a home for poor women whose existence is made wretched by having to live writh relatives who do not want them, and who find them “in the wTay.” Made to Feel They Are One Too Many. It is a beautiful charity, for there are no tragedies in the world more poignant than the fate of those old women who are forced to eat the bitter bread of dependence, and to live in the homes of others where they are made to feel they are one too many. Sometimes it is an old mother who has given her best years to slaving and toiling for her children, but who finds herself an unwelcome guest in her son’s and daughter’s homes. Sometimes it is an old maid sister who has sacrificed her youth, and her romance, and her own chances in life in order to give younger brothers and sisters better opportunities than she could 1 ave, who is farmed out among those for whom she has done so much, and who regard themselves as martyrs for having to “take” Jane for so many months a year. Sometimes it is a forlorn old cousin, or a widowed aunt, childless, penniless, to whom, for very shame sake, an unwilling door has been grudgingly opened. Always these women who must live in other people’s homes know they are not wanted. They see themselves slighted, patronized, put upon. There is no anguish of hurt love and bruised pride that they do not suffer, these poor, forlorn old women who are in the way of the young, and happy, and selfish. God rest the soul of the woman who has remembered their sorrow, and whose money will build a home to which some of them may fly as to a temple of refuge until they creep into that last home that holds out Its wel- ! coming arms to us all. Should Warn Women. The building of this nome, where ! specific purpose is to be a shelter for ! the women who are “in the way,” j should be more than a mere sanctuary i for dependent old women. It should j bring home to all women who are ap- ] proaching middle life a warning of the fate that may lie in store for them unless they begin at once to take steps to protect themselves against it. It is a harsh and cruel thing to say, but it is a truth that we do well to ) face, and that is—that every women who lives in another woman’s house is a woman “in the way.” This will seem incredible to mothers. They will say, “My Mary and my Freddie will always want their mother. They will never find me in the way. I will always have a warm seat by the fire in my ehil* dren’s homes.” This may be true enough of one’s <-wn children, but there is Mary’s husband, and Freddie’s wife to take into consideration, and the soninlaw and the daughterinlaw have yet to be born J who receive a motherinlaw into their houses without feeling that they are giving a living understudy of martyr[ dom, nobly borne. j Often Leads W ay to Divorce Conrtw. And if Mary’s husband and Freddie’s ! wife are just common, ordinary human ! beings, the motherinlaw” is not only ! the woman in the way, but the woman ' who leads the way only too often for I her son or daughter to the divorce ! court. I Of course if a woman is old, and sick, and poor, there is frequently no way in which she can prevent herself from becoming dependent, and being forced to live with those who do not want her, but there are many other cases in which a woman brings this cruel fate needlessly upon her own head. If I could say one word more,earnest than any other to a middle aged woman, who has a little home and a little property of her own, it would be to hang on to her own pocketbook to the last grasp of life, and not to be foolish enough, as so many mothers do, to give everything she has got to her children on the supposition that she’ll be perfectly happy and need nothing, living about with them. Children are human and in laws are doubly human, and the minute they have done mother out of her property, they forget the obligation, and consider her a burden. Between mother with her own money and able to make presents, and mother who has to be taken care of, is the difference betwreen a welcome guest and the woman in the way. There is no way to keep your children dutiful and attentive equal to having them have a wary eye on your will. Should Look to Dependence. Therefore, every woman wno is approaching the age at which her children are likely to marry and leave her, should begin preparing herself to make her own living in some way if she is poor, and in any case, she should resolve that come what will she will live her independent life, apart from her children, visiting them, and having them with her, but having her separate interests, and separate life, for in that way, and that way alone, can she keep herself from the sad lot of being: a woman who is “in the way.” OPHELIA ftiurtgn. »*** fr (Creations of tills Note«* Cartoonist are regular features of The El Paso Hrnli.) JOHNNIE IS SOME PLEASED WITH THIS Miss Sawyer and M. Jarrot. By JOAN SAWYER. Copyright, 1914, by International Xew3 Service. X AM sure that fashion Mill hail the advent of the aeroplane waltz as something of a novelty, and although it sounds difficult because of its picturesque qualities, yert when the steps come to be practiced people will exclaim at its simplicity. You would never call a dance difficult that was based wholly and entirely on the old fashioned waltz, would you? [Neither do we, for our aeroplane waltz lias the simple waltz step for its foundation, without even so much of a departure as the hesitation, which has had such a royal welcome. We have thought out the dance very carefully and our idea is to portray all through the movements of an aeroplane, its rise, its flight in the air and its descent. Grace of movement, of course, counts for more than anything, which fact can readily be understood. The aeroplane step begins with a running glide. The couple take the regular tango position, which needs hardly be illustrated, and run four steps. Then they hold two, swaying on this hold as an aeroplane would in stopping its rotation for a moment, and then run back four steps, as an aeroplane wTould resume its flight. We call this first movement the wheel position, and the steps arc gaged so as to make in our interpretation the spokes of a wheel. The position means more than anything else, for the steps are practically the same all the way through. Then comes the criss-cross flight. The Helen Hall 1 T It I like a child who's willing to Help others m • | the things they do. I like to see them 1 smile, and say: *Td like to help you, if I may!** But selfish Goops, like Helen Hall, [They won’t help anyone at all! Don’t Be A Goopi (Creations of thta Noted Cnrtoonist are regular feature?« of Tlie El Paso Herald.* ^ íf 3C Vo ty, nit • 5b Hy •35* * V *Y& »iS 2-1 SO siysb Zfc> 30' Ab i s-"* Complete the picture Ity drawing a pencil line between the dats, starting at No. 1 and taking them numerically.