San Marcos free press. [volume] (San Marcos, Tex.) 1877-1892, 1878-01-12

When young she justified the discrim'
mating remark, that there is nothing So
pretty as pretty girl, evenif she isn't
very pretty-unless it be prettier one
She was sympathetic, as she ripened, in
a high, fine way-not simply from her
heart Chat comes by nature) but intel
lectually, and rs the result of her care
fully cultured capabilities. She
would put herself in tune with
you, whatever your mood, OF
bring you to her key, as the harmony
demanded. The discords in life,caused
by people who either stupidity or selfish,
ly insist on playing to their own PITCH
without regard to the orchestra or lis
teners, are of all things the most exas-
perating.
Her method of taking husband was
thoroughly characteristic-which is an
Incident worthy of mention, inasmuch
as the decisive "yes-es' that are MUIR
INJURED, looked and taken for granted
in the world of wooing, have about the
same uniformity as the cooling OF acote
of doves. But Frances Fullerton had
ideas of her own about such mat
tiers and when she decided that it would
be agreeable for her to become Mrs.
James Marlowe she didn't fold her
hands, look pretty and wait. That
wasn't her way. She had been ga
planner" from her infancy, with fer
tility of invention and skill in execu-
ton that won the admiration or melted
the mirth of all observers. "Dear mel! "
her wearied mother would exclaim,
when Weakened in the night by call
from the little one that carried in every
tone the expression of a positive want
and a certainty of victory-"I DO be-
lieve that baby plans when to be hungry,
and how to wake up!" ...
Young Marlowe admired her excess
sively, she was so strong and bright.
He was handsome, amiable and true
hearted, but "not overstocked in his
upper story" as the plain-spoken moth
er of Frances put it. But the easy-go-
ing father only smiled and said: "The
girl doesn't need to marry brains; she
has enough for one family" What a
delightful sort of egotism it is when we
can celebrate ourselves" in our chill
dren! James, however, was very slow
in screwing his courage to the asking
place. He had not that supremely self
ish feeling expressed in the song:
"Ever to WOO and never to wed, Is the
merriest life that ever was led," but he
was rather abashed in the presence of
the splendid girl who was so much more
clever than he, and who had to the
fullest extent that element of character
which is far greater than self-control-
namely, self-possession.
Finding that James was likely to run
on, like the poets's brook, forever, with
his punctual calls and excessive talent
for sitting up-his inevitable invitations
and unwearied but sometimes weari-
some attentions-his coy love-making
and provoking silence when she had
frankly shown him that it would not dis
please her to hear him speak-the reso-
Lutte girls nature and habit asserted
themselves.
She made a plan.
The very next night as they returned
from walk in the soft splendor of the
moonlight, Frances stopped
at the door, and instead of inviting the
lover in, as was her wont, she
turned her calm face toward him, and
said quietly:
"James, am afraid I shall have to
lsk you not to come here so much"
The poor fellow felt, rs he afterward
it, as though pitcher of cold
water had been poured down his back.
Not-come-so- he falter-
I'd, open-eyed.
"Yes," -placing the white hands,
With just the hint of tremble in them,
IN his arms. "You have been coming
,ery often, for a long while, and all the
,ther gentlemen stay away-as if it
we're your right, you know. And things
ant 90 on so forever. /"
"But bless you, Fanny dear, 1 can't
top! Make it my right to come!
you knew that loved you, and
want you"
"How many things you dear great
men take for granted" she
said conveying her forgiveness in kiss.
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