The Louisiana Democrat. [volume] (Alexandria, La.) 1845-1918, 1889-11-27

name is one; DuG INA: ~ 1ardIj my
fault. and believe that could change |
it by an act of the Legislature or some
thing of the kind"
''But should always know that your
real name was Jacob" said Millicent,
laughing; 81 shouldn't mind your name,
but there are some things that would
grow worse and worse"
''My age, suppose"
"Yes, for one thing. Ten years is too
much difference"
''But you will grow older"
"There will still be ten years between
u.s."
s'The general opinion is that woman
grows older faster than a man. You
would catch up to me-"
''Ah. that is like most general opln-
ions, wrong. I have made my own OBJ
servations on that subject To the close
observer, middle-aged women are young
err even in appearance than men OF
their own age"
"Where did you learn so much about
men?"
"Haye not been in all our large
cities and in most of those in Europe?
Can one not receive impressions OF
strangers as they pass, and accumulated
impressions form opinions? Mems eyes
grow dull, and the lines Of the mouth
hard, and their faces heavy and meagre;
while women's faces are still full OF be-
nevolence though their figures have lost
their grace and their compilations their
delicacy. Still, those women are young.
youth is then condition OF the
mind, wise Sibyl?"
Certainly, it is the capacity OF re-
ceiving new impressions, meeting ones
fellow-beings with sympathy, and un-
dertaking new enterprises"
"Some people must then be born with
m ore capacity for youth than othsrs."
"To be sure"
"And I, who have by sex and nature
less youth than you, and yet have
wasted ten years more of it, must sooner
become like those horrid middle-aged
people"
81 am not speaking of YOU"
''You are not speaking of me? How
inconsequent! l sat down here to listen
to YOU talk about me. Let us begin over
again You have said that you do not
like my name and that am too old"
ooh! Jacob!''
eyes, 1 am too old, and am to grow
older. You have defined youth-what
is age?"
sob! it is the enemy of the human
race. Let us never grow old, Jacob"
"Ah, no, Millicent, let us never grow
old, so only that we may stay young to-
gether,' he said, flushing and edging a
little nearer to her, while he looked up
in her face with half-humorous smile.
But she drew away farther from him.
"Well!' he continued despondently,
land what is my next fault? Come!
say it,"
"You do not believe in friendships be-
tween men and women. My own belief
is that no woman can expect to be rea-
sonably happy unless her husband can
have friendship for her"
sYou seem to have thought a good
utdl dDOuJ IL y ou dlS ~
ayerse to it,"
Millicent, with heightened color, made
movement to rise. Jacob stretched up
both hands and, taking hers, pulled her
back gently to her seat.
"You are so rude" she continued;
''that is another fault. should want
my husband to be polite to me. 1t would
make me happier than almost any
thing"
sAnd should want to have the lib
erty of quarreling with my wife when.
ever chose, and making it up again
but 1 suppose that you would like a
suave idiot like that Hastings"
s'There again." said Millicent, in an
injured tone, ':how ridiculous you are
You are so jealous, and about nothing
party of people are out on blossom
gathering, than that two of them should
run down hill together, and yet from the
time you made about tits too alb
surd.'
"But you took his hand and ran laugh
ing"
'As children might. You and he had
raced together, and you had beaten him
easily. You had picked my blossoms
for me, and had walked with you. He
was my guest, and l surely owed him
, some politeness.
$40 give him your hand, I suppose
and capor and laugh with him."
The recollection quite overcome Jacol
with anger. He rose and walked a few
PAGES across the lawn and then returned
"Well! | am named Jacob. I am old
am ride, and1I am jealous. Oh! yes
| and, forgot, don't believe in PlatoniC
, friendships. Five faults; think tina
. there are seven deadly sins. Not that
have the least idea what they are.
, know that seven always seemed small
| allowance to me. l surely have more
{ than five. More than five would go to tn
makeup of any respectable man. What
3 you can name no more? l could accus
| myself of more than that. Don't yo
. know another?'
eyes," said Millicent, gravely, Will
she put some of the sweetbrier roses il
Y her breast.
r 81 am impatient to hear. sit her
: only for that. The sixth fault. Come!
. THAT you don't care for women's SC
Y ciety.'
Jacob rose and folded his arms, facin
l the girl, and looked long at her. The
: he threw back his head and laughe
heartily: upon my word that is
Q fault! Have not liked your society?"
l Eyes, but that of no other woman"
$ "Well, upon my word! Talk of jea
1 ousy. 1 never saw its opposite so Sc
: forth. Do you wish me-should you wisl
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