Democratic messenger., 1881-10-08

[She goes out and leaves Harry

-"--N~
Hon the next few minutes may de-
pend the happiness of my life. What
an awful thing this marriage is And l
went into it as if 1 were taking a girl
down to supper. It's awful Thought
| knew all about Nora: I suppose /
knew nothing at all. Good heavens ! I
wonder what she is Good heavens
Fancy me wondering what sort of a
woman my wife is-my own wife It's
awful wonder if any man ever went
through such an experience before !
have married a what-d' 'ye- call-it - a
pelican; no those are insurance offices;
a sphinx-that's it-a sphinx. Nora is
a sphinx Why did not Clara tell me :?
She knows all about marriages and such
things. She might have told me, it
wasn't all cake and satin slippers. Is
that gown on the stairs How my
heart beats / must be a man.
must nerve myself for terrible scene.
He nerves himself the ladies come
in chatting and smiling; but Morals eyes
are red.
N.-Then you really think olive
green would be best ?
Lady r. Much the best.
N.-Harry, dear, Clara thinks olive
green for the dining room. 1 told her
you thought Japanesy sort of blue.
H. Did /, dear? Blue? Yes, dear
of course; you are so fond of blue,
and L
Lady R.-Harry, did you say blue be-
cause it is Nora's favorite color? No
fibs?
H.-Yes.
Lady R.-Nora, is blue your favorite
color?
M am very fond of nice blue.
Lady R.-Was it your favorite color
before you married?
N.-Oh, yes, really and truly before
that.
Lady R.-Before you saw Harry?
N.-I-I-I don't remember. think
not.
Lady R.-Harry, turn to the light.
thought so. Blue necktie A Japa-
messy sort of blue He always wears blue
neckties. Oh, you young people, how
profoundly wicked you both are ! I
can't preach without food. Won't you
give me some luncheon
N.-Oh, yes, Clara. Why, you poor
dear, 1 forgot; 1 never thought of it;
we've only just breakfasted.
Lady R.-Oh, dear And you break
fast at this preposterous hour to please
Harry?
M don't mind it don't really
mind it-mucb. You see Harry has
lived so much abroad, and
Lady r. That is enough. Harry,
do you starve yourself for hours in the
morning for Nora's sake?
H.-You know; 1 told you; yes. I
thought Nora liked it.
Lady R.-Really, it's an interesting
study. l suppose ought to print a
"royal road to connubial felicity" l
wonder if these young people are very
good or very bad? They were making
a great mess of 1t till came.
H.-Nora, you are not very angry
with me?
N.-Oh, Harry dear, will never tell
you anything but the whole truth. 1t
was all my fault.
H.-No, no; it was all mine.
Lady R.-They are both telling fibs
again. May ask about that luncheon?
N.-Oh. 1 beg your pardon /; am so
sorry Will you have it here?
H.-Why, there's the carriage; I
never countermanded it. What was l
thinking about?
Lady r. R.-ThiDking about? You were
probably thinking that the happiness of
your life was at stake. Since the car
riage is here, suppose we make Harry
drive us out of the glare. I should like
to have luncheon somewhere IN the
wood.
N.-Oh, yes; that will be nice
IA picnic!
Lady R.-No, no; no picnic ! Nora
shall send little note to Susan Lorimer
No picnic /; only luncheon in the open
air.
HI don't understand women.
Lady R.-And never will. But we
have had enough of that little comedy.
H.-Comedy! 1t wasn't very funny
to me.
Lady R.-It amused me. But enough
is as good as feast-a great deal better
than one of Susan Lorimer's picnics.
N.-What little comedy do you mean,
Clara?
Lady R.-Never mind, dear; it's fin
ished aud that's always something. l
ring down the curtain ON that little
comedy.