Wichita eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1886-1890, 1888-03-15

has that my time Is exclusively hers. The
sooner she is broken of it the better" and so
saying, threw the tiny hands back into her
lap. and walked resolutely away with Miss
Reardon. But did not enjoy one moment
of that walk The tones Of my companions
voice echoed in my ears as baby lamenta-
tons Tho imploring anguish Of AolI's eyes
pursued me over every inch Of the way.
Whether justly OF not, suffered the remorse
Of a criminal
1T is very pretty" Miss Reardon re-
marked, with touch Of irony, one day,
"your devotion to that child"
pretty" reiterated, bitterly.
eyes / suppose it is your choice of fad.
Some run to moose skin CATERS and some to
terra Gotta Derbys. Yours took this form
'Good heavens!" i protested, ''you don't
for a moment fancy that it is matter Of
choice with me, my dangling after the Prin-
cess Mollp
"Oh, they all make virtue At their folly.
suppose it is martyrdom, to wear salmon
colored gloves, or bangle for dear Marbro's
sake"
fairly groaned. "Oh. that you should 50
u2isiuterpret me! ! swear TO you, on my
honor, that have suffered more from the
importantly of that child than tongue can
tell Shc froze TO me from the minute first
committed the fatal mistake of noticing her
at all, and to this day she has never once let
I'D on it, What Is fellow to dol She has
blue eyes; she has the sweetest mouth in the
world she frowns; she smiles; she wheedles
ne like a woman Of so. II she were not my
sister should give her poison, or bury her
under the doorstep, Or But can't"
'You might get married. suggested my
companion 'She would never speak to you
again. They never do"
80 you really suppose it would work that
way!' inquired, specifically. I'm afraid
she would murder me instead The Prin-
cess is dreadfully afraid of my getting mar
ried-I have discovered that. She thinks
she is deep, but she isn't. No. / can see
through her She has the strangest antipathy
TO the bridal parties that she sees going into
st. Paul's. She commands Gradgrind and
me to get past them as quickly as possible.
She turns that plush capof hers square away
from the bride. Yes, I have discovered that
she would seriously object to my getting
married.
$50 you propose to be tied to her cap
strings all your lifefn demanded my COM
panion. ''If | were YOU | should break
comes CABLE
1T was never a cord; it has always been a
cable" | said, hopelessiy Besides, / am
not sure that could get married, even il
Moll were willing"
.'No. You should consider that Miss
Reardon was charming in Redfern gown
one of those pastorally simple looking things
which cost the fortune of sultan. ITO be
l.
money"
81 should not have said that; but since you
have, why didn't you say money and lovei"
Because love has a tendency to make
money-for its object; whereas have never
observed that love of the genuine sort was
ever evolved out of mere money"
On if you put it that way! Then you
rean-for l prefer plain arithmetic to al
gebraic symbols-that if a man wished to
marry he would contrive to earn the money
to do it,
THAT is what mean. He might have to
give up the moose skin CATERS He probably
would. Very few married men belong to
the leisure class merely to love is an occu-
patton. But then my hypothesis was, If
man wishes to marry"
"By Jovem l exclaimed, "you know I
haven't the CATERS to give up. Do you think
we might venturer'
Miss Reardon looked comical "You mean
to ask whether l would advise you to marry
without the Princess Moll's CONSENT"
"Oh, hang Aoll. Do you consentT
At which shs burst into a merry laugh.
''Wha would she do to mes Should l dare
to drink coffee any more! or open little pack
ages. or go out after darkr
you darling! You don't deny It'll You
do love men
AS / uttered these words the rumble of a
perambulator crossed the pavement, and /
glanced round instinctively. What / saw
was the crown of a white plush bonnet,
turned at right angles with the body of the
wearer, and the back of silky coat.
''She saw u.s." gasped Miss Reardon.
And she will never speak TO me againl"I
cried in eIultation. give la H5erter'-
Emma Sherwood Chester in Harper's Bazaar.