The Grange advance. [volume] (Red Wing, Minn.) 1873-1877, 1877-05-09
MAKING UP.
" I hate 'cnl !"
" Singular!2"

Fred Tracy ut ms cigar over again,
and resumed his favorito recumbent attl-
tude. His friend, Harry Blake, kept on
whiting, now and then casting wonder
ing chances at this handsome woman
hater. After moments silence, Harry |
remarked:
How any man can dislike women, is
more than can tell
Bahl" interrupted Fred; "you forget
that had a stepmother, and"-
Was jilted2"
mo, sir" this with an emphasis" no
woman ever Tilted mel"
:" But what about your engagement
with Sue Osmond? Something happened?
Whose fault wasit-yours or hersl'
eff you want to know, I'll tell you,and
leave you to judge whose fault it was.
That girl ran away with every bit of sense
I had, for a brief periodically brief
period. woke up one night to u real
ization Of what fool I had been. OF
course, every fellow who is engaged to a
girl supposes he has won perfection. I
did"
"A very foolish thing to suppose, to
begin with"
'Pshaw! You don't know what you
are talking about. For about six weeks
after our engagement everything was
lovely. She was pretty, fascinating,
deucedly intelligent and accomplished,
and spared no pains to take her every
where she wanted to go. My team was
kept pretty busy in those days, can tell
you. Sue couldn't ride in hired coach;
and as for the cars or stage, why, bless
your heart! 1 should never have
dreamed, in any emergency, ofsuggesting
either"
do you mean to tell me that Sue o.
mond is such a fool as that"
''She never said anything about the
way she should go; but don't you see, I
made such an idol of her that I couldn't
bear to feel for moment that she had
stepped outside Of her own specias
sphere7"
"Fiddlesticks
"All right Fall in love yourself and
then see! Well, this was my manner of
treating her. One evening last winter I
was returning from the Office. 1t was
about seven o'clock, and it never rained
harder since the deluge. It was cold,
slippery, horrible night, and Jim Hawkins
and I walked straight through the
crowded boat, and stood outside under the
awning. There weren't but two or three
there besides us. I noticed a woman
leaning against the opposite side of the
window. saw that she had on an old
waterproof cloak, and the hood was drawn
over her hat. Finally, after considerable
squirting at the figure and side face Of
the woman, Jim said, with nudge:
Don't you know who that is, Fredr
How the mischief should I know?' I
asked.
You ought to, if anybody. Take a
good look, now
Just then the boat touched the dock.
looked and as sure as I live, there
stood Sue Osmond, my ladylove. She
drew the hood closer over her face, and
while 1 was deciding what to do the
chain was lowered, and Sue was lost
among the crowd"
The man who hesitates," you know
Yes, know all about it. An hour
after, called on Miss Osmond. She
was dressed ready to receive me. Inever
saw her eyes so bright; there was an in
defnable glitter all over her, and her
manner was facinating to the last degree.
After while said I:
"Sue, could have sworn an hour ago
that saw you on ferryboatp
"Could your she laughed, without
changing color. "Never swear to per-
sonal identity. I knew man who got
into horrid scrape once by doing So"
"Well, it wasn't you, was it, Sue?" I
asked.
"How ridiculousv she answered; and
then with most unusual touch of defiance
iii her manner: "Suppose it was-what
theng"
"Nothing MUCH" said I; "only good
bye, Miss Osmondr'
"Truly2" said she in the calmest pos
sible manner.
Yes, truly" answered, unless you
can account satisfactorily for conduct so
questionable"
$50 what?' she asked, growing as
pale as death.
$50 questionable repeated,
She rose in a white heat. This is what
she said:
About seven o'clock this evening I
crossed the ferry from New York to
Brooklyn; and refuse to give any ac-
count of the circumstances which made
such unquestionable conduct necessary.
So goodbye, Mr. Tracy"
"What then?" inquired Harry.
Why,she swept out Of the roc'o like a
tragedy queen. and haven't spoken to
her SINCE"
Three weeks after. Same room, same
company.
e. DOR Will Osmond has gonc," said
Harry Blake.
"Thc deuce he has?" replied Fred
Tracy.