g to do for us. Yet
we have to behave to-day--or should behave to-day--so as to secure a
pleasurable and profitable to-morrow, in case we are permitted to be
alive on the morrow. It seems to me how wonderful it is that any act on
one's part--quite unpremeditated, or only if done just by chance--can
have so great an influence on all our to-morrows. It may ruin all our
prospects or may make us the happiest of mortals. It may bring the
saddest of morrows to those dearest to us, or it may shower
blessing--unintentionally, of course--on our worst enemies.

[Illustration: The First Issue of "Turf Tissue"]

Well, no more sermons. What is the admission I was going to make? Well, I
will now tell you, right off. I fell in love. Quite hopelessly,
desperately in love. It was very annoying and distressing, for had I not,
up to then, loved so many that I loved no one in particular, at any rate,
except for short periods of time. What was coming over me, I wondered?
Oh, but, whatever it was, it was indeed sweet, and, if love is freely,
wholly given, and is returned, then is it not heavenly bliss on earth?
Yes, no doubt. But, what about to-morrow?

There was, unfortunately, no chance of a happy to-morrow for us. Except
our love, all else was against us. She was young, sweet as only a real
colleen can be, her Irish blue-violet eyes set in her lovely forehead,
fringing which her glorious gold chestnut hair sparkled in the sun with
the richest tints. To watch her on horseback was a dream. But--and now
your sympathies will, I hope, be given to me--she was married. She cared
not for her husband; her husband evidently did not particularly love her.
It was the old story. Two young people marrying young and then
discovering that they had been too hasty and that they could not live
together happily. There was nothing new in this situation. It seems to be
always happening. I have come across such happenings more than several
times since the days I am now writing of. The Divorce Court appears to be
useful in such cases and relieves the sufferings of those affected, at
times. But the Divorce Court cannot reach every one, can it? There is not
enough time nor are there enough Divorce Courts to get round.

But let me get on with my affairs before I start a discussion as to what
love is. Let it suffice that I was suffering from a violent attack of it.
However, something else was to claim me and set me on to fresh fields.
Just then, as the result of