The Worthington advance. [volume] (Worthington, Minn.) 1874-1908, 1888-04-05
WHO Won the WlaER7

WHO WON the WloER7
Yes, l am q confirmed old bachelor.
Queer, you say? You would not
think SO If you had seen women in as
many different shapes as have. 1
have been in the company of asociety
young lady, when really I would have
left her, with pleasure, and be boiled
or frozen, or even eaten by cannibals,
rather than remain In her flippant
society. 1have heard women more
than scolding their husbands for the
mere fragile trifle of being late for a
meal, or Tor having remained at his
club later than the usual ten o'clock.
have been bored by so-called l,tera-
ny women until my ears have ached.
have sat in silent ecstacy with a
bashful young lady until I have felt
ike screaming aloud to exercise my
vocal organs. Have 1 never had a
mother? Well; I'm not like Topsy,
l ken. ] supr ose that I did have
a mother long ago-but so long ago
that l have ceased to remember her.
She died when was two months old,
so no wonder that cannot recall her
features. The aunt who took her
place and acted master to me was a
regular old Tartar-raw boned, red
headed, bleary eyed, and cross. Won.
en-! hate them. Did l never see a
pretty. piquant girl face with yellow
hair curling over her white forehead,
and big, blue eyes appraised full OF
wonder, at man who would dare to
say that he hated her sex? No.
have never seen such a paragon. Have
never seen a coquette who expects
to have men fall in love with her, as
much as she expects the sun to shine?
Yes, have met such ladies, and have
had no trouble to resist their SOCIAL
ed charms. Have I never met a sen.
sible young lady, who cauld talk OF
the latest news. and interest one? On
yes:-but have failed to be interest
ed. 1 tell you, man, l hate them
all! l have no ideal. l albion the
whole set otfalse. whimpering womenH'
Harold Clemens looked at his sin.
istrous friend in amazement. He sees
a tall, straight, grandly proportional
man, stretched at full length on the
grass. His hat shades his dark eyes
from the sun, but his brown, hand.
come face is fully exposed.
Truly this woman hater is a
tavorite OF the gods, if beauty is con.
sidered the criterion. But the ex-
preston is disconnected one and
the eyes seem full OF longing. Harold
Clemens and Ralph True are spending
their vacation by wandering over
Italy together. Both are rich Ameri-
cans and college chums,
Ralph. III make wager with
your and Harry springs to his feet
in his excitement.
"Well?" lazily.
II have sister whom know you
cannot resist. She is a charming
coquette. l will give you just three
wee s from the time you meet her,
until you fall in love with her, or
vice versn-its all the same"
"Fact?"
"she is so lovely. No man can re-
sist her."
mo man? will BE- an exception.
take your wager. Five hundred dol.
lars down to one hundred that win. "
''Granted. Come do an to Hazeldene
on Christmas and | know that you
will leave al engaged man"
Hazeldene on the Hudson-a home
rs pretty as its name. The winter
SHOWS are falling and the deep waters
of the blue Hudson are frozen, entic
ing skaters to glide on it's smoothness,
Hazeldene sparkles in the wintry sun.
shine, q grandly built, modern man
sion OF white stone. The rooms with
in are bright with roaring fires and the
laughter OF a gay party, gathered
around the open fire. place in the ample
entrance hall.
One figure is the center OF the group
One merry voice is heard above The
din. One merry piquant face IS eve,
turning toward the door, as if in ex
pectation of all arrival.
$50. he is coming today" Gerald
enc Clemens says. turning her glorious
dark eyes upon her brother, loungine
upon a rug before the fire. ooh, lear
scarcely wait. The great, overgrowr
baby. Thinks no one is so good q.
he. Ill soon teach him that am O
some Importance. too. Oh. what fur
it will be-"
BE merciful, GeraIdene," cries ON
manly voice after another.
BOUNDS! l Eity the man" murmur:
some one.
Geraldine losses her brown ringlet
cd head.
Harry, remember that two hun
longs to me!''
Gerry" soft voice whispers al
the beauty's elbow, "don't do it..
Let the poor man be happy in hi>
IDEAS. Don't make his heart ache fol
fun, Gerry. Don't do it, sister, it,
wicked"
VcINIueIIo 1duSuSs
A small, childish creature it is, who
is thus pleading. A fair-haired, blue
eyed, delicate girl, as unlike her bril-
liant sister, rs water is unlike wine.
The face of the elder sister, softens
Daisy she says, II won't hurt
him. He has boosted so long that he
hates us all, it will do him good to be
caught once. Don't worry little girl
Well have our fun, and only Mr.. True
will be the wiser. Oh, long 10 see
him! The great. boastinG woman
hater of the period"'
"Whom you can see by using your
eyes," a quiet voice observes at heI
elbow.
He has entered so quietly, thai
Geraldine, in her excitement, did not
hear him.
She turns to him now, and he1
laughing eyes do not fall beneath hi:
lackadaisical gaze.
Dalsy's blue eyes fill with surprised
tears.
"Well. the old adage. that listener