, 1876-07-09
q as1crAT.srRv1CE ROMANCE.

heard a couple Of days ago hitherto IN
published romance connected with the life o1
one Of the most prominent officials OF the Signal
Service Bureau. He was, my informant states,
engaged to be married to lovely, charming,
and wealthy girl The eSe Of the wedding had
dawned-n an eve can dawn-and they were oc-
cupying the same rocking chair, and talking as
fnanely as only lovers can talk, when the fair
one said:
sAlbert, duckey, there Is one thing I wish
you to do when you are married-a
Name it, lovely" be replied.
That is, pretty, to have no rain on Mondays,
because You know, darling, that Monday is
uashing-day, and II the things arc not washed
and dried then, the weeks work is so fearfully
put back You will, won't you, my ownyl"
This young mans heart was torn, but he re-
piled: Maud, dearest, my duty to my bleed
ing country demands that I shall whoop her up
the precise sort of weather that Heaven will
probably send impardally during the next
without regard to age, sex, or previous condi-
tion OF setvitudc. If an area OF baromet1ic
disturbance exists in the Middle States on Non
day, how can consistently With my duty de-
clare that the probabilities favor clear weather,
with light winds from the southeastt No, angel; );
ask me anything but that l could not love
thee, dean so darn much, loved I not honor
more"
s'Then do you not love mel" she sobbed,
bursting into tears.
progressed to . quarrel and parted enemies
She returned his presents, and Is now lecturing
on Woman's Rights, and he Is confirmed mis-
ogynist. and sits up all SUNDAY night at the
iyual-Seryice office with Gendish glcc, Masking
out bulletins for Monday, announcing falling
rains, showcry weather, and SO on.-Porela,'d
dyus.
+sOUIDAs:. ON LOVE
"Ouidais'' new novel, ".fn Winter
City," is, as she calls it, sketch. It
is portrait Of one woman, d great English
lady, proud and rich, paiutcd with q Flor
sntine background. There ia no plot what
ever in the novel. The great lady is loved by q
pcnnilcss Italian Duke The following is an
extract: ;" The Lady Hilda, who vas never
more moved by her feather-headed cousins
words than rock e7 butterfly, fct sudden
lowell she echoed. with less languor and more
of iInpetuosity than she had ever displayed,
ARE you ever in love. any Of you, eyera You
have senses, and vanity, and an inordinate fear
lovers as you drink your etirnulants, and wear
your wigs, and tie your skirts back-because
everybody else does it, and not to do it is
odd, or prudish, or something you. would
hate to be called. LoVe is an un-
known thing to you ALL You have q
sort Of miserable hectic passion, perhaps, that
is drug you take as you take chlorodyn
to excite you and make your jaded nerves
little alive again; and yet you are such towards
that vou have not even the courage Of passion,
but label your drug friendship, and beg society
to observe that you only keep it for family
uses, like arnica or like glycerine. You want
notoriety; you want to indulge your fancies,
and yet keep your place in the world. You
like to drag young man about BY chain, as
II be were dancing monkey that you depended
upon for subsistence, You like other women
to sec that you are not too passee to be every
whit as improper as II you were 90 You like to
advertise your successes as it we're with drum
and trumpet, because, it you did not, people
might begin to doubt that you had any. You
like all that, and you like to feel that there is
nothing you do not know, and no length you
have not goae'n