ave no further use for lavishing myself
on a beautiful, elegantly dressed creature, who thinks only of self.
I have learned that I am a common man. I admire beauty and beautiful
clothing quite as much as I ever did; but, first, I want an
understanding, deep as the lowest recess of my soul, with the woman I
marry. I want to work for you, to plan for you, to build you a home with
every comfort, to give you all good things I can, to shield you from
every evil. I want to interpose my body between yours and fire, flood,
or famine. I want to give you everything; but I hate the idea of getting
nothing at all on which I can depend in return. Edith Carr had only
good looks to offer, and when anger overtook her, beauty went out like a
snuffed candle.

"I want you to love me. I want some consideration. I even crave respect.
I've kept myself clean. So far as I know how to be, I am honest and
scrupulous. It wouldn't hurt me to feel that you took some interest in
these things. Rather fierce temptations strike a man, every few days,
in this world. I can keep decent, for a woman who cares for decency,
but when I do, I'd like to have the fact recognized, by just enough of
a show of appreciation that I could see it. I am tired of this one-sided
business. After this, I want to get a little in return for what I give.
Elnora, you have love, tenderness, and honest appreciation of the finest
in life. Take what I offer, and give what I ask."

"You do not ask much," said Elnora.

"As for not loving you as I did Edith," continued Philip, "as I said
before, I hope not! I have a newer and a better idea of loving. The
feeling I offer you was inspired by you. It is a Limberlost product. It
is as much bigger, cleaner, and more wholesome than any feeling I ever
had for Edith Carr, as you are bigger than she, when you stand before
your classes and in calm dignity explain the marvels of the Almighty,
while she stands on a ballroom floor, and gives way to uncontrolled
temper. Ye gods, Elnora, if you could look into my soul, you would see
it leap and rejoice over my escape! Perhaps it isn't decent, but it's
human; and I'm only a common human being. I'm the gladdest man alive
that I'm free! I would turn somersaults and yell if I dared. What an
escape! Stop straining after Edith Carr's viewpoint and take a look from
mine. Put yourself in my place and try to study out how I feel.

"I am so happy I grow religious over it. Fifty times a day I catch
myself