The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1884-11-06
IN AND OUT OF LOVE.

Owp Don you give me credit for any
common sense or discrimination at all?
How do YOU know that a rose is
| red? How do you know lobster salad
from sardines?
| knew she was a widow from the
very moment | took the corner seat in
the car, opposite to her little black bon
net with its huttering breath of Grape
| veil, and the Astrakan muff that held
her two tiny, black -gloved hands.
How | envied that mutf.
Don't tell me of your Venuses, your
Madonnas, and your Marys, Queen of
Scots-they couldn't have held a cam
die to this delicious little widow.
never did believe in grand beauties!
A woman has no business overawing
and impressing you against your will
And she was one of Your dimpled,
daisy-faced creatures, with soft brown
eyes, long -lashed and limpid, and red
mouth, which looked as if it was Just
| made to be kissed.
And then there was tangle of gold
en- spirals of hair hanging over her
forehead, and braids upon braids
pinned under her bonnet, until hair
dresser would have gone frantic at the
sight.
just as | was taking an inventory of
these things in that sort of an uno bserv-
ent way that | flatter myself belongs to
man of the world, she dropped her
mIlil. and, of course, it rolled under the
car seat
Wasn't | down on my knees at once
after it? | rather think so.
Thank you, sir," said the delicious
little widow.
Not at all / replied. ''Can L do
anything more for you?
No thank you-unlesS you could
tell me what time we get into Glen
dale"
Glendale" cried. '.Why, am
going to Glendale
OF course we were friends at once,
and the daisy-faced enchantress made
| room for me beside her. .'lest.' as she
said. '.some horrid, disagreeble crea-
ture should crowd in and bore her to
death and l stepped right out of the
| musty, ill-ventilated world of the rail
way carriage into an atmosphere of
| Eden.
When a bachelor of forty falls in love
| at first si@ht-oh, what a fall is there,
my countrymen. No half measures, |
tell you.
Before we had been speeding through
the wintry landscape an hour, | had al
ready built up several blocks of ci4a-
| teaatr d ESpagne, in my mind. | saw
my bachelor rooms frightened with her
presence. | fancied myself walking to
church with her hand on my arm, her
| beam NO eyes upturned to mine.
[ heard her dulcet voice saying. ''My
| dear Thomas, what would YOU like for
supper to-night?' | beheld myself a
respectable member of socety-the
head of family.
What would Bob Carter say now-I
| meant then? Bob. who was always
rallying me on my state of hopeless old
bachelorhood, who supposed. forsooth,
| because he happened to be a trifle
| younger and better-looking than my
self. that | had no chances whatever.
I'd show Bob!
What did we talk abostp The
weather. of course, the scenery, the
prospects the available topics. in
deed. one after another; and the more
we talked, the deeper grew my admira-
ton for the beautiful widow.
piiC W d. ~ StiSlbIt anu ~ OIlS liltl,
and so everything else that she ought
! to be-
/ discovered that she preferred a
| town life to the seclusion of a country
residence-so did /. Who would stag
nate when he could feel the worlds
pulses as they throbbed.
She loved the opera-so did l.
She thought this woman's suffrage
, movement all ridiculous us-with a be-
witching little lisp on the last syllable
I agreed with her.
She thought a woman's true sphere
was home: my feelings surged up too
strongly, and | merely bowed my as
sent.
Here was a delicious unanimity of
soul-a mute concord of sympathy.
What would Bob Carter say when he
saw this beautiful little robin lured into
my cage. How / would lord it over
him. How | would invite him to hap
pen in any time. How | would-tig-
uratively. of course-hold up Mrs.
/ Thomas Smith over his envying eyes.
/ uttered an audible chuckle as |
I thought of these things, which | had
/ some difficulty in changing into a
F., cough.
/ You've got cold" said the widow,
/ Sympathetically. DO. please. have
one of my troches; they are SO Sosoothing
| to the throat
| | took the troche, but l didn't swal-
! low it. | would as soon have eaten a
priceless pearl. | put it in my left
hand breast pocket, as near my heart
as practicable.
Her first gift!
"A bachelor like me is used to such
| things | said in an off-hand manner.
"A bachelor!" echoed. my travelling
companion. BLESS me, then you are
not married."
Unfortunately, no..
Its never too late TO mend, hazard
ed the widow ro0uishly.