Dodgeville chronicle. [volume] (Dodgeville, Wis.) 1862-current, 1873-02-21
IN AND OUT OF LOVE,

How DID 1 know that she was a
widowY
Don't you give me credit for any com
mon sense or discrimination at all?
How do you know that q rose is red?
How do you know lobster salad from
sardines?
knew she was widow from the very
moment l took the corner seat in the car,
opposite to her little black bonnet with Its
f1uttering wreath of Grape vail, and the
Astrakhan muf that held her two tiny,
black glOved hands.
How | cnvied that muff.
Don't tell me of your Venuses, your
Madonnas, and your Marys, Queen of
Scots-they couldn't have held a candle
to this delicious little widow.
never did believe in grand beauties!
A woman has no business over awing
and impressing you against your will.
And she was one of your dimpled,
daisyfaCed creatures, with sOfG, brown
eyes, longlashed 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 forehead,
and braids upon braids pinned up under
her bonnet, until a hair-dresser would
have gone frantic at the sight.
just as I was taking an inventory of
these things, in that sort of unobservant
way that I flatter myself belongs to a
man of the world, she dropped her muff,
and of course, it rolled under the car
seat.
Wasn't l down on my knees at once
after it? rather think so,
"Thank you, sir" said the delicious
little widow.
"Not at ALL" I replied. "Can't I do
anything more for you?"
mo, thank yOu-unless you can tell
me what time we get into Glendale"
Glendale" I cried. "Why l am 60
ing 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, disagreeable creature should
crowd in and bore her to death, and |
stepped right out of the musty, ill-venti-
lated world Of railway carriage into an
atmosphere of Eden.
When a bachelor of forty falls in love
at first sight-Oh, a0hat a fall is there my
countrymen. No halfmeasures, I tell
you.
Before we had been speeding through
the Wintry landscape an hour I had al
ready, built up several blocks of CtdteGaa
dEspdgne, in my mind.
saw my bachelor rooms frightened
by her presence.
l fancied myself walking to church with
her hand on my arm.
| heard her dulcet voice saying, "My
dear Thomas, what would you like for
supper tonight" l beheld myself re-
spectacle member Of society-the head of
family. rs# ....
What would Bob Carter say nooO-l
meant then?
Bob, who was always rallying me on
my state of hopeless old.bachelorhood
who supposed, forsooth, because he hap
pened to be trifle younger and better
looking than myself, that 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, tht
deeper grew my admiration.
She was sensible, and so original, anC
so everything else that she ought tC
be!
l discovered that she preferred town
life to the seclusion of country residence
so did /. Who would stagnate wheI
he could feel the worlds pulses as the,
throbbed?
She loved the opera-so did I. Sh'
thought this woman's suffrage move
ment all ridiculous-with bewitchins
little lisp on the last syllable-I agreed
with her. -s--a# ..#E Il ...o .--
She thought woman's true sphere wa
home; my feelings surged up too strong
ly for utterance, and l merely bowed my
assent.
Here was a delicious unanimity O
soul-a mute concord of sympathy.
What would Bob Garter say when h.
saw this beautiful little robin lured int
nv cage. How would lord it over him
How would invite him to "happen in a
anv time How l would-fguratively
of hold up Mrs. Thomas Smitl
over his envying head. uttered an audi
BILE chuckle as 1 thought of these things