The Tiffin tribune. (Tiffin, Ohio) 1868-1887, 1873-03-13
Ia and Out OF Lore.

widow?
DON'T you give me credit for any
common sense or discrimination at
all?
How do you know that a rose is
red?
How do you know lobster salad from
saEdlnes?
KNEW that she was a widow from
! the very moment 1 took the corner
seat in the car, opposite to her little,
back bonnet with its fluttering
wreath Of Grape vail, and the Astrak-
han muff that held her two tiny, black
glOved hands.
How I envied that muff.
Don't tell me of your Venuses, your
Madonnas, and your Aarys, Queen of
of Scots-they couldn't have held a
candle to this delicious little widow.
never did believe in grand beau.
ties.
A woman has no business overaw-
ing and impressing you against your
will.
And she was one of your dimpled,
daisy-faced creatures, with soft, brown
eyes, long lashed and limpid, and a
red mouth, which looked as if it was
Just made to be kissed.
And then there was a tangle of gol-
den spirals of hair hanging over her
forehead, and braids upon braids
pinned up under her bonnet, until
hair-dresser would have gone frantic
at the sight.
Just as 1 was taking an inventory
of these things, in that sort of unob-
servant way that fiatter myself be-
longs to o man of the world, she
dropped her muff, and, of course, it
Wasn't / down on my knees at
once after il? rather think so.
"Thank you, sir" said the delicious
| little widow.
"Not at all ;" l replied Cant do
anything more for you"
mo thank you-unless you can tell
me what time We get into Glen
dale"
aGlendaIe," 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, disagreeabie crea-
ture should crowd in and bore her to
I DEATH" and stepped right out of the
musty, ill-ventilated world of railway
carriages into an atmosphere Of
| Eden.
When a bachelor of forty falls in
love at first sight-Oh, aChdt a fall
there is my countrymen. No half
measures, teH you.
| Before we had been speeding an
hour through the the Wintry land
scape had already built up several
blocks of cbdtedur d. EspogT1e in my
mind.
saw my bachelor rooms frightened
by her presence.
I fancied myself walking to church
with her hand OH my arm.
l heard her dulcet voice saying,
stMy dear Thomas, wlat would you
like for supper tonight? ?"
/ I Ibeheld, myself 8 respectable MEM
ber of society-the head Of family.
What would Bob Carter say SsOlO-l
meant then.
1 Bob, who was always rallying me
on nv state of hopeless old bachelor
hood, who supposed, forsooth, because
he happened to be q trifie younger and
better looking than myself that [ had
no chance whatever,
I'd show Bobl
/ "What did we talk about?
4 The weather, Of course, the scenery,
the prospects-all the available topics,
one after another; and the more We
talked, the deeper grew my admira-
ton.
She was sensible, and so original,
and so everything else that she ought
to be
I discovered that she preferred q
town life to the seclusiOn of a country
residenee-so did / Who would stag
nate when he could feel the worlds
pulses as they throbbed2
She loved the opera-so did /. She
thought this woman's suffrage move
ment all ridiculous-witha little lisp
on the last syllable-I agreed with
her.
She thought woman's true sphere
was home; my feelings surged up toe
strongly for uCterance, and L merely
bowed my assent.
Here was a delicious unanimitY ol
s0uI-a mUUo UUITUUre or ~ E11 FVEs1.J
What would Bob Carter say when
he saw this beautiful little robin lureo
into nv cage. How ] would lord Il
over him. I would invite him Z
"happen in at any time" How
would-figuratively, of course-holC
up Mrs. Thomas Smith over his envy
ing head.
/ uttered an audible chuckle as ]
thought of these things, which L ha'
some difficulty in changing into ;
cough.
"You've got q cold" said the wild
ow, sympathetically. "Do, pleas
have one of my troches; they are s
soothing to the throat"
l took the troehe, but didn't swal
low it. L would as soon have eaten
priceless pearl. put it into my left
hand breast pocket, as near my heal
SIS practicable.
Her first gift!
"a bachelor like me is used to sue
things" 1 said, in an Off-hand mar
, ner.
IA bacheIorw echoed my travelin
COMPANION. "Dear me then you al
net married 9''
UNFORTUNATELY, no."
"Its never too late to mend,p la.
arded the widow, roguish1y.
"That is my sole consolation, II al
swered, gsllantly.
sThere is nothing like married life,
sighed the widow, with q momentsI
eclipse of the limpid, brown ofbS, b
meath the whitest Of dropping lip
"But what's the use of my tslkir
about it to you? You can't unde
stand"
le 'I can imagine" replied modes
ID Iy.
possibIe,n said the widow, looking il
tentIy at the hem Of her pocket ham
kerchief. "You're only living ha
life now. All, you can not thir
how much happier you would be wi
some gentle, being at your side
some congenlaI soul to mirror 70
own"
is Instinctively laid my hand on n
+" heart.
"Do not fancy that I shall lose