The Somerset herald. [volume] (Somerset, Pa.) 1870-1936, 1873-08-13
IN AND OUT LOVE.

How did / know she Wa. a wild
owz
Don't You give me credit for auy
common sense or discrimination a
all!
How do you know that rose i.
red2
How do YOU know lobster salad
from sardines
knew she was q widow from the
very moment | took the corner seat
in the car, opposite to her little black
bonnet with its huttering breath Of
Grape veil and the Astragan muff tha,
held two tiny, black-gloved hands.
How / envied that muF
Don't tell me of YOUR Venuses,
your Maionnas and your Mary's
Queen Of Scots-tbey couldn't have
held q candle TO this delicious little
widow.
Inever did believe in grand beau.
ties
4 woman has no business over
awing aud impressing YOU against
your viii.
Aud she was one of your dimpled,
daisyfaced creatures, with soft, brown
eyes, long lashed and limpid, and q
red mouth, which looked as If it was
just made 10 be kissed
And then there was q tanglc o:
golden spirals of hair hanging over
her forehead, and braids upon braids
pinned under her bonnet, until a hair
dresser would have gone frantic at
the sight
just as was taking an inventory
of these things. in that sort Of unOb-
servant way that | flatter myself be-
longs TO a man Of the world, she
dropped her muff, and, Of course, it
rolled under the ear seat.
Wasn't down on nv knees at
once after il, | rather think so.
Thank you, sir" said the deli
cious little widow.
Not at all, I" | replied. Can | do
anything more for YOU -
No, thank vOu,- unless YOU can
tell me what time we get into Glen
dale.
Glendale | cried. Why, | am
going to Glendale"
OF course. We were friends az once.
and the daisy-faeej 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-yentillated world
Of the railway carriage into an at
mosphere of Eden.
When a bachelor of forty falls in
love at first sight-Ob, tohGt fall
is there nv countrymen. No half
measure 1 tell you
Before we had been speeding
the wintry landscape an
hour, | had already built up several
blocks or chateaurs' Esp0gne, in my
mind.
| saw nv bachelor rooms bright
ened with her presence.
| fancied myself walking TO church
with her hand on my arm.
heard her duclet voice saving,
NV dear Thomas, what would you
ike for supper, to-nigbts' | beheld
myselfa respectable member Of So
ciety-the head of a family.
What would Bob Carter saw Roac;
| maent theug
Bob who was always railing me
On nv state Of hopeless old bachelor
hood supposed. forsooth, because be
happened to be a trife younger aud
bet,er-looking than myself thar i
had no chance whatever.
I'd show Bob,
What did we talk about -
The weather, of course, the scenery,
he prospects-all the available top
cs, one after another; and the more
We talked, the deeper grew nv admi-
-atlon.
She was so sensible, and so origi-
lal, and so everything else. that she
,ught to be!
i discovered that she preferred a
own life 10 the seelusion OF country
did |. Who would
,tsgnate when be could feel the
worlds pulses as they throbbeds
She loved the opera-so did l.
She thought this womans SUFFRAGE
ali rediculous-wiih a be-
little lisp ON the last sylla-
ole-I agreed with her.
She thought woman's true sphere
vas home my feelings surged up
90 strongly for utterance, and /
merely bowed my assent.
Here was delicious unanimity Of
;oul-a mute concord Of sympathy.
What would Bob Carter say when
be saw this beautiful little robbin