Morris tribune. [volume] (Morris, Minn.) 1880-2000, 1882-05-25
A REAL SWEET STORY.
From Harper's Bazaar.

From Harper's Bazaar.
1t was by far the worst quarrel they
had ever had, and they had had many,
for she had temper, and he had tenn
per, and they were both of them impul-
sive young people with very little self
control.
'You are false, selfish, untruthful,
man-like man." said she.
"And you a suspicious, unreasonable,
unwomanly woman" said he.
Take back your letters" she cried
tiinging parcel tied with hyacinth-blue
ribbon on the floor at his feet.
81 WILL" he muttered between his
clenched teeth, picking up the parcel and
throwing it into the fire, where it blazed
brightly for a moment or two, and then
flew away in thin, uncanny black frag-
ments up the chimney. As the last frag-
ment disappeared, Rick turned again to
Lefty, with frowning brow, and asked, as
he had asked before, ''Do you still per-
sist in accusing me of deceit and false
hood?"
''I do she replied, unless you show
me the charm"
''Iwillnot show it to you" he declared,
with violent emphasis. 'If my word be
not sufficient, 1 refuse to give you farther
proof wonder that you dare insult me
by asking it. And l also wonder how
you, believing me to be false and un-
truthful, can be willing to trust your fu-
ture to me. And, to speak frankly, be-
gin to think we have made great mis-
take in supposing that we could spend
that future happily together, for am
fully convinced we are anything but
1.-TWO souls with but single thought
Two hearts that beat as one"
(These lines were quoted with most
sarcastic inflection) And furthermore,
also begin to think that perhaps it would
have been better if we had never made
this mistake-if we had never met in
fact"
"Oh, indeed, sirr'-with great assump-
ton of dignity. ''Have you just arrived
at that conclusion? 1 have long been
sure of it. But there is nothing easier
than to part. Your letters are already
disposed of. Tomorrow l will send
back your ring and picture. And then,
L y
please my mother (our acquaintance, as
you are well aware, has never pleased
her) and in pleasing her l may find am
doing pleasant as well as a wise thing
for myself"
care you referring to Brougham
Brown"
Il am referring to Brougham Brown"
''By heavensw exclaimed Rick, seizing
his hat, 'this is too much. Lefty, good
bye for ever"
But Lefty began humming an air from
Patience" drumming an accompaniment
on the window-pane, and youchsafed no
answer. Rick rushed from the room.
The humming and drumming ceased in
stantly, and the whilom performer list
ened intently Five minutes passed, and
still the street door did not slam. ''He
is waiting for me to come out into the
hall and beg his pardon, I suppose" she
,Nid, with q defiant grimmace, "but l
won't" and she turned again to the win
dow as the door shut with bang.
And then she flung herself on the
lounge, kicked off her slippers, and cried
like a summer shower. Rick gone, and
gone ''forever"-Rick whom she had
loved so dearly, for two long years. And
why? Just because that silly, giggling
Lena Varian, with her pale blue eyes and
straw colored hair, had chosen to tell
fibs about him. And shaking the tears
from her lashes, she began scolding her.
self as hard as she had scolded poor Rick
''The idea, Lefty Lounsberry, of your
believing that girl before him! What
possessed you? He did firt little with
her, it is true; but all men tiirt little
with girls who persist in admiring them,
and fiattering them. But he
Il
your Christmas gift to him-never! How
have explained if you had given him
chance And then the absent mother,
gone to Aunt Emory for q two days visit,
came in for share of reproach. "Ifshe
had only let our engagement be known,
instead of insisting on our waiting until
Rick was twenty-one, and had not been
obliged to carry my engagement ring in
my back hair, the only place it was safe
from baby's-Goodness gracious! Baby!'
And Lefty suddenly remembered that
ever since Rick came to make morning
call, knowing that Mrs. Lounsberry was
absent-poor fellow! he'd have staid away
if he could have foreseen his reception
Baby had been setting alone in the din
ing room in the middle of the big dining
table, surrounded by all the pickle and
tIlu anu CdISuD
bottles and jam pots out of the store-room.
For it was the monthly house-cleaning
day, and the store-room fell to Letty's
share, the foreign help being gifted with
too great talent for smashing and break
ing, to say nothing of an equally great
talent for abstracting and devotIring both
sweets and sours. Lefty sprang
from the lounge, thrust her feet
into her slippers and fastened where
duty had been calling her for sometime.
Baby sat, as good as gold, nursing bot
tie of tomato sauce, snugly wrapped in a
dish-towel, in the very SCOT where she
had been when Rick's ring summoned
her sister to the door. Only one small
flask lay broken on the floor, filling the
air with the subtle fragrance of garlic
THAT won't be missed" said Lefty.
Thank fortune, there is no worse mis-
chief done" But the "thank" was
scarcely uttered when her eyes fell upon
the last jar of the famous peach MARINA
lade, the secret of the making of which
died with grandmamma, and which was
being carefully kept for Aunt Emory's
(Aunt Emory was an old maid worth
thirty thousand dollars) birthday. There
it stood directly in front of baby, with
more than half of its thick paper hat torn
off, and yawning cavity made in its
precious contents by little seooping fin
gers.
''0h, baby, why couldn't you have
taken any jar but that?" asked Lefty re-
proachfully and dramatically.
But baby evidently had no excuse to
offer for not doing SO, for she kept on
grooming to her bottle-doll, while her sis