Wyandot County Republican. [volume] (Upper Sandusky, Ohio) 1869-1903, 1873-02-20
"That is my sole consolation" an

swered, gallantly.
i There is nothing like married life,"
sighed the widow, with momentary
eclipse of the limpid, brown orbs, be-
meath the whitest of dropping lids. ''But
what's the use of my talking about it to
you? You can't understand"
Il can imagine" | replied modestly.
"You must find wife as soon as pos.
sible," said the widow, looking intently
at the hem of her pocket handkerchief.
YOU'RE only living half life, now. All,
you can not think how much happier you
would be with some gentle, clinging be-
| ing at your side-some congenial soul to
mirror your own"
Instinctiyely l laid my hand on my
heart.
"Do not fancy that I shall lose an in
slant in the search,'' / said. 81 have al
ready pictured to myself the pleasures of
a newer existence"
"Have your" The brown eyes shot an
arch, challenging sparkle toward me.
Tell me all about her"
"Do you really wish to know?"
''Of course do"
l congratulated myself mentally on the
fine progress | was making, considering
the small practice in love-making that
had had. Bob Carter himself, with all
his ready tongue and good-looking face,
could not have carried on a filtration
more neatly.
''Is she fair or dark?" questioned the
widow, with the prettiest of interest.
"Neither-about your complexion"
"Ohi" laughed my interlocator, with a
charming pink suffusion over her dim
Piles. as she young?"
Eyes, about your age.
"Pretty?"
7 'sMore than pretty-beautiful."
The widow arched her perfectly-pen-
ciled eyebrows. ''What devoted hus-
band you will make! And when are you
to be married?"
, "As soon as | can induce her to name
the day."
- "That's right" said the widow, clasp
: ing her hands over the Astrakhan muff.
Because, you know, you've no time to
!. lose"
/ sighed ostentatiously. 81 am quite
aware of that. You will let me call on
you in Glendale?'
''oh, certainly, if she don't object"
"She'll be willing, l guarantee. Where
1 are you staying" asked, eagerly.
81 shall be Mrs. Alvern's guest. Do
| you know many people in Glendale?"
"Only a few. l am going down on
some legal business for one or two Of my
| clients"
care your"
eyes"
And then there was brief silence
care you acquainted with Mr.. Carter,
Mrs. Alvern s. brother?" asked the widow,
presently.
eyes," I answered, with little grim-
ace. CA self conceited, disagreeable
puppy"
''Do you think so?" asked the widow,
doubtfully.
''Of course, as does everybody else So
will you, when you meet him."
''Shall I ?"
GA man who thinks because he's got a
handsome face and smooth tongue, that
nobody else has any business in crea-
| ton"
'Dear, dear!" twittered my companion;
'sthat's very bad indeed"
"Of course, he will pay good deal of
attention to you, if you are to be his Sis
ter's guest, | pursued; "but it won't do
to encourage him."
"Nop
"By no means. He's a professional
f1irt'
s'Is it possible?" lisped the widow.
And mentally shook hands with myself
for having. thus deftly put a spoke in
Bob's wheel.
First impressions are everything, and I
certainly had been beforehand with the
pretty widow. Neither had I any COM
FUNCTIONS of conscience, for hadn't Bob
been playing practical jokes of all styles
and compilations on me- ever since we en-
tered the bar side by side?
''Stupid Tom," that had been his pet
name for me, always; but this wasn't SO
very 'stupid' a game, after ALL
While was thus metaphorically hug
ging myself, the conductor bawled out,
Glendale" and | sprang up to assist my
lovely companion out of the Car, cheerful
parasols, and bulky wraps.
As we stepped upon the platform, I
nearly tumbled into the arms of-Bob
Carter.
'Hullo, Tom" was his inelegant greet
ing. 'You don't grow any lighter as you
grow older"
was about to retort bitterly, when a
sudden change came over his face, as he
beheld the pretty widow behind me.
"Gertie T, he exclaimed, clasping both
her hands in his.
eyes, Robert" she answered, with
sparkling eyes and flushed cheeks. "That
gentleman has got my parcels; he has
been very kind to me-"
"Oh, mas he, though? Well, we won't
trouble him any further. 1 am much
obliged to you, Tom, and we'll send you
cards to the wedding"
''To what wedding?" gasped.
Didn't you tell him, Gertie? Why, to
our wedding, the tenth of next month, to
be sure. Au repodr Tom, be careful of
yourself for my sake"
And that-was the last ever saw of nv
daisy-faced widow. For if you think I
was mean-spirited enough to go to that
wedding, you are mistaken in my char
acter.