Democratic messenger., 1881-10-08
Lady R.-No, dear; only to spend the

N.-Oh, am sorry. How unlucky
Has Harry told you about our engage.
ment?
H.-Yes, and l want her to come, too
you'd like that, wouldn't you, Norah:
1 thought I was sure you'd like it.
Lady R-It's impossible. 1 couldn't
go in these things.
N.--Why, you look stunning.
FL am sure that that gown will dc
perfectly.
Lady R.-Thanks, dear. l have
passed the age of gowns that will dc
perfectly" Don't you think you could
throw over Susan Lorimer for me Z? 1 am
sure nobody can like her better than me.
N.-Lady Roedale!
Lady Ram too old to be called
Clara? Your husband always calls me
Clara.
N.-Does he?
Lady R.-He always was an imperti-
nent boy. Come, my dear, you need not
mind offending Susan Lorimer she is
sure to abuse you any way. You can
write line and say that an aged friend
has come Unexpectedly, and you can't
leave her and you can stay at home
and give the aged friend some luncheon
N.-Well, you see, dear Harry-the
fact is, am so afraid that he should
give up going out and seeing his friends.
I should like to stay at home with you,
H.-Oh, don't care to go mean
if you really mean, Nora, that you'd
like to stay at home, I shouldn't mind.
should be awfully glad to stay at home
with Clara
N.-Oh, Harry, 1 thought you were
so eager to go!
H.-Oh, yes, yes-of course-I know
I said so-but-but, you see
N.-But what, Harry?
H.-Why, you see, Clara's coming
makes all the difference. But, look
here are you quite sure that you don't
care TO go? OF course, if you care to
go-if you care the least bit
N.-Oh, no. Why should +? Pray
don't consider me.
H.-Not consider you Why, Nora
N. ito Lady Roedale. y Won't you
come up to my room and take your
things off?
Lady R.-Then it's all settled. You
stay with me. I am sure | am doing
you both a good turn-by saving you
from one of Susan Lorimer's picnics.
She goes away with Nora; Harry is
left alone and in perplexity.
H.-What on earth is the matter
with Nora ?-"Pray don't consider me. +"
Doesn't she know that l spend every
hour in the day in considering her; that
the only thing care for is to do every
thing to please her-to give up every
thing to her? Doesn't she know-no,
by George! of course she doesn't know.
That would spoil it all. / go on the
principle of doing everything she likes,
and making her think it's what like;
that's my cunning. Perhaps she really
wants to go on this internal chicken
feed. He goes to Nora as she comes
in. Look here, Nora are you sure
you'd rather stay at home?
NJ am quite content. And you ?
Your conversion was little sudden.
H.-My conversion
Must before breakfast you were
dying to go on this picnic.
H.-Was L? Oh, yes, but-but you
see, Clara
N-Yes, I see Clara. Just because
she comes, you care for nothing but
stay ng home with her; you couldn't
bear the idea of staying at home with
me.
Here Lady Roedaie comes in, but
they don't see her.
H.-Noral By George! Herel sayl
What shall say 1 didn't want to go.
l never wanted to go on the internal
picnic hate 'em.
N.-Then you were deceiving me.
HI pretended to want to go, be-
cause you wanted me to go.
M didn't think should be de-
ceived so soon.
H.-Nora!
N.-How can I tell when you are
speaking the truth? No; believe you
are deceiving me now. You did want
to go till she came, and now you pre-
tend you didn't.
H.-Nora, don't; say, Nora, don't
On my honor, I hate picnics. 1 was
going solely for your sake.
N.-That can't be true; for was 60
ing solely for your sake.
H.-Well, then, by George, you were
deceiving me!
N.-Oh, it's too much! Oh, that
should be accused of deceiving my hus-
bandi Stay at home, since you prefer
it; stay at home with her-and be agree
able to her-don't stop me! my heart is
broken; oh! oh! oh!
FL. Where are you going? Nora.
Where are you going?
Mo the picnic
She goes away without seeing Lady
Roedale but now Harry sees her.
H.-Good heavens Clara What's
this?
Lady R.-Nothing.
H.-Nothing?
Lady RI don't think you under
stand women.
HI thought did.
Lady R.-Poor boy! you never will.
H.-What shall I do?
Lady R.-Never tell tibs to your wife.
H.-Oh
Lady R.-You have been playing the
Jesuit.
H.-By George, it's all my fault
see it all. Nora's quite right; she's the
best and sweetest-tempered - but OH
Lady Roedale, never thought I should
see her in a rage. It's awful
Lady R.-Awful only wish could
be in rage with anybody.
! H.-What?
Lady R.-Let me see. It must be al
least ten years since lost my temper