The Caldwell tribune. [volume] (Caldwell, Idaho Territory [Idaho]) 1883-1928, 1888-07-14
Who Won the Wager?
BY IDA IRWIN.

BIZ IDA IRWIN.
'.Yes, / am u confirmed old bache-
lor. Queer. you say2 You would not
think so. if you had seen women in as
many different phases as I have. ]
have been in the company of a society
young lady. when really / would have
left her. with pleasure. and be boiled
or frozen. or even eaten by cannibals
than remain in her fiippant society. l
have heard women more than scolding
their husbands for the mere fragile trif1e
of his being late for . meal. or for
having remained at his club later than
the usual ten o'clock. / have been
bored by so-called literary women un.
Ill my ears have ached. l have sit in
silent ecstasy with bashful young
lady until l have felt like screaming
aloud to exercise my vocal organs.
Have l never had mother? Well;
I'm not like Topsy, I ken. suppose
that l did have a mother long ago
but so long ago that l have ceased to
remember her. She died when I was
two months old. so no wonder that
cannot recall her features. The aunt
who took her place and acted mater to
me was a regular old Tartar-raw
boned, red-headed. bleary eyed, and
cross. Women! I hate them. Did
1 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. I
have never seen such paragon. Have
! never seen coquette who expects to
have men fall in love with her. as
much as she expects the sun to sinner
Yes, have met such ladies. and have
had no trouble 10 resist their so-called
c'arms. Have / never met sensible
Young lady, who could talk of the
latest news, and interest onep Oh
yes:-bat l have failed to be interested.
/ Tell YOU, man, hate them all! l
have no ideal. 1 abhor the whole set
of false, wh'mpering women"
Harold C. mems looked at his sinis-
trous friend " amazement He sees
a tall. slraga\ grandly proportional
man. stretched It full length on the
rrocs HE .,i ndes his dark ewes
from The sun. 70 his brown, handsome
face is fully exp sed.
Truly this wo nan hater is favor
tie of the god, If beauty be consider
ed the crtterioi. But the expression
is n I'd one and the eyes seem
fun Of .ynglng. Harold Clemens and
Ralph True are spending their vaca-
ton By wandering over Italy together.
Both are righ Americans and college
chums.
'Ralpb, I'll make wager with
J out" and Harry springs to his feet in
his excitement.
.Well?' lazily.
al havo a sister whom I know you
r9sist. She is a charming CO
quettg. 1 will give you just three
weeks f. ON the time you meet her, un-
til yua all in love with her. and ask
her to marry you. or vice versa-its all
the sa me-
"Factp'
sac is lovely. No man can resist
he"
mo man? will be an exception.
take your wager. Five hundred dol
lars down to one hundred that win"
Granted. Come down to Hazel
q me on Christmas and I know that
you will leave an 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, enticing
skaters to glide on its smoothness.
Hazeldene sparkles in the wintry SUM-
shine. grandly built modern man.
sion of white stone. The rooms with
in are bright with roaring fires and
The laughter of gay party, gathered
around the open fireplace in the ample
entrance hall.
One figure is the confer Of the group.
One merry voice is heard above the
din. One merry piquant face is ever
turning toward the door. as if in ex-
pectation of an arrival
so. he is coming today? Gerald
,ne Clemens says. turning her glorious
lark eyes upon her brother, lounging
upon a rug before the fire. "Oh,
can scarcely wait. The great. over
grown baby. Thinks no one is SO good
Is lie. I'll soon teach him that / am
If some Importance, too. oh, what
Jun it will be!'
BE merciful. Geraldene," cries one
manly vo CO after another.
POUNDS! pity the mani! murmurs
some one.
Geraldene losses her brown ring
eted head.
Harry. remember that two hundred
and fifty dollars of that wager belongs
% mer'
Gerry" soft voice whispers at
he beauty's elbow. ''don't do it. Let
he poor man be happy in bis ideas.
Don't make his heart ache, for fun.
Gerry. Don't do 1t, sister, it's wicked. I"
Geraldine laughs
A small, childish creature it is, who
IS thus pleading. A fair-haired, blue
), ed, delicate girl. rs unlike her bril-
liant sister. rs water is unlike wine.
The face of the elder sister softens.
Daisy" she says. Il won't hurt
him. He has boasted so long that he
lates us all. it will do him good to be
caught once. Don't worry little girl.
Vel have our fun, and only Mr.. True
will be the wiser. Oh, 1 long to see
linn! The great, Boosting. woman
natter of the periodr'
Whom you can now see by using
-FOUR eyes," quiet voice observes at