Washington standard. [volume] (Olympia, Wash. Territory) 1860-1921, 1873-04-19
In and Out of Love.

Don't you give me credit for any COM
mon sense of discrimination?
How do you know that rose is redP
How do you know lobster salad from
sardines?
knew she was widow from the
very moment took the corner seat in
the car, opposite to her little black bon
net with its fluttering wreath of Grape
veil, and the Astrakan muf that held
her tiny, black-gloved hands.
How envied that muff!
Don't tell me of your Venuses, your
Madonnas, and your, Marys Queen of
Scots-they couldn't have held cam
die to the delicious little widow.
never did believe in grand beauties!
A woman has no business overawing
and impressing you against your will
And she was one of your dimpled,
daisy-faced creatures, with sort of brown
eyes, long-lashed and limpid, and red
mouth, which looked as if it was Just
made to be kissed.
And then there was tangle of golden
spirals of hair hanging over her fore
head, and braids upon braids pinned up
under her bonnet, until hair-dresser
would have gone frantic at the sight.
Just as was taking an inventory of
these things, in that sort of unobserv-
ant way that tlatter myself belongs to
n man of the world, she dropped her
muff, and of course it rolled under the
seat.
Wasn't I down on my knees at once
after it? rather think so.
"Thank you SIR said the delicious
little widow
Not at all, replied. "Can I do
anything more for you?'
No, thank you--unless you can tell
me what time we get to Glendale"
Glendale 2" I cried. Why I am
going to Glendale!'
OF course we were friends at once,
and the daisy-faced enchantress made
room for me beside her, " lest" as she
said, "some horrid, disgraceful crea-
ture should crowd in and bore her to
DEATH and stepped right out of the
musty, ill-ventilated world of railroad
carriage into an atmosphere of Eden.
When bachelor of forty falls in love
at first sight oh, what fall is there,
my countrymen!-No half measures,
tell you.
Before we had been speeding through
the wintry landscape an hour, had al
ready built up several blocks of chateau
de Espagne, in my mind.
1 saw my bachelor rooms frightened
by her presence.
fancied myself walking to church
with her hand on my arm.
Iheald her dulcet voice saying, "My
dear Thomas, what would you like for
supper tonight" 1 beheld myself q
respectable member of society - the
head of a family.
What would Bob Carter say now-I
meant then ?
Bob, who was always rallying me on
my state of hopeless d-bachelor-hood,
who supposed, forsooth, because he
happened to be a trife younger and
better-looking than myself, that 1 had
no chances whatever.
I'd show Bob!
What did we talk about?
The weather, of course, the scenery,
the prospects-all the available topics,
one after another; and the more we
talked, the deeper grew my admiration.
She was sensible, and so original and
so everything else that she ought to be |!
discovered that she preferred town
life to the seclusion of country resi-
dence-so did I. Who would stagnate
when he could feel the worlds pulses
as they throbbed?
She loved the opera-so did I. She
thought this woman's suffrage move
ment all ridiculous-with bewitching
little lisp on the last syllable-I agreed
with her.
She thought wolnan's true sphere
was home; my feelings surged up too
strongly for utterance, and merely
bowed my assent.
Here was delicious unanimity of
soul-a mute concord of sympathy.
What would Bob Carter say when he
saw this beautiful little robin lured into
my cage? How I would lord it over
him! How l would invite him to chap
pen round at any time" How would
-fguratively of course hold Mrs.
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