St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1890-04-27

IH/AN )exxSSAEnSSS the conductor OF
va EaN, y sound. and when
s two lovers Ego
9 courtin' " on the
river. and choose
for their bower an island round which
Dther lovers of boating are apt to wan
der, they really should be careful what
they say.
dolly. you know ! love you: haven't
told you so thousands of timeS"'
Eyes; but why?
What confession for man. who
didn't know what love was, to hear!
Fancy Dolly's sweetheart telling her a
thousand times that he loved her, and
the only answer she could make him
was: "Yes; but Why?"
Poor Dolly couldn't understand why
he loved her. Sweet young things, to
be so happy: they were i'll love. and
there was an end to everything. What
was the outside world to them? A
dreamland. and they were the only two
mOrtalS living in that land. They must
have been, for they didn't notice the
solitary figure that punted nearly into
their canoe.
Tom, or whatever the poor deluded
fellows name was, looked crestfallen.
Hewas thinking of Dolly's answer.
"Whatever does Dolly mean? l keep
telling Her | love her, and she asks me
why, and i don't know, so | can't tell
her." I'm sure this is what he was con-
ming over in his mind, for he must have
told her scores of times she was pretty,
and plump, and-well, ] don't know
any more about her qualities, / could
only judge by outward appearances.
seeing her for a moment, and a pretty
face always attracts, and Dolly's was
nfr ofi hIs
pretty and not vain; otherwise she
wouldn't have asked why her sweet
heart loved her, but would have con-
cluded that it was because she was
pretty, for Tom must have often told
her so, and she didn't either believe
him, or. like little c0quette, which,
perhaps, she was. Dolly wanted to be
told so over and over again.
Leave the turtle-doveS in peace:
punt in. Jack, to the Belle Welr hotel
and refresh the inner man."
a briehess barrister-an uncommon
being-family pride had made him one.
personal pride would have made him
some one who could make money. But
"what will the world say?" had to be
considered, and no trade could be
thought of. Consequently "the him. in
question, more commonly called Jack
Dainsty. was educated for the bar, and
now, in his twenty-fifth year, was about
as poor as fellow possibly could be,
and by the advice of all his friends and
relations was, as last resource, about
to take unto himself wife who could
keep him. But love wasn't thought OF.
What state of affairs!
And, until hearing Toms confession
and Doily's answer, the idea of marry
ing without love had not entered my
nut in, nrt<t nat
girl after girl, admired a pretty face,
fiirted outrageously and remained heart
whole, yet was engaged to be married
TO one of the prettiest and richest girls
in town. But our COurtShip was not
romantic. I'd never told Madge / loved
her: I'd asked her to be my wife in the
same matter-of-fact way I'd ask any
man to brush my coat, she'd said the
necessary YES" and we were en-
gagged. Paragraphs appeared in all the
society papers to the effect, and the
world knew all about it. Many fellows
called me lucky dog others spoke
the trath when they said was marry
ing that pretty Miss Mills for her
money.
Conscience, you are my adviser. Is
there such a thing as love? Tell me,
before 1t is too late!
Conscience answers eyes, but you
don't know what it is
Conscience, you are right. Here's
the Bell Weir at last, and I'll toast your
health in quart of shandy-gatf, for
Pm awfully dry.
alice, is it too late? Pm to be mar.
ried tomorrow, and instead of being
the happlest girl in creation L am UNI
dOubtedly the most miserable. Alice,
Jack doesn't love mer'
l., - Hoo, l.
friend the day before her marriage.
"Madge, how absurd you are! Not
love you, indeed! Why, men don't
make a show Of their affections; that
only happens in fairy tales OF novels.
DO YOU expect Jack 10 be always bend
ing over you and whispering soft moth
ings in your ear? Besides, dear, if you
do, quickly undeceive your young trust
ing self, and be content with the UNI
vanished side of Jacks nature. He
can't be all polish, as some men are, but
then their polish often hides blcmishes.
whereas Jack is in the rough diamond
state. It's for you TO do all the polish
Ing, and remember my words, Madge-
the advice of your matter-Of-fact friend
it rests with you entirely whether
Jack turns out a perfect gem, one that
the whole world will covet, Or spoilt in
the process of transformation, and con-
sequently no good. There. dear, is a
task for you TO master. Mould your
husband into shape, but be careful how
you do it,
But Jack is such an uncommon
lover, Alice, never caring to go any
where with me. oh, l hate dances. l
can't stand crowds ETC., ets. What
must people have thought-What must
they think? Why, that he is marrying
81 nj, fnt md
Alice, how love him! | appeal to you
once more. Shall /, at the eleventh
hour, break Off the engagement and set
him free, or shall endeavor to win him
to me, TO make him love me if | camp"
'Wise young person! Make him
worship at your shrine. Jack is a
strange fellow. He doesn't care for girls
who CAD about, as he calls it, and every
man is after: Jack isn't that sort of a
man who would be Jealous if other
men made love to his wife. Those men
ale fools, or the women are. to give
them cause. He would be disguised.
and rightly so. SET your cap vulgarly
speaking, at Jack, but don't let bin See
you are doing it. Use your woman's
tact and destinations. Let him see you
are not like 'all women His love,
respect and admiration is what you
covet-and only his. There. my sermon
is ended, and you shall utter the
amen"
"Amen, Alice, and thank you. To-
morrow morning Jack and l will be
bound by chains that only death can
sever. If 4 win his love, it willie be as a
wife, not as maid"
''Madge! Madge! Where are you?
Here have j been hunting all over the
house and grounds to try and find you.
That fellow Standing S here, and wants
NE TO go to town with him. He's found
us out, and says we're making our
honeymoon too long, and we ought TO
be back among our old friends and our
old haunts. But, somehow, I'd rather
stop here and be quiet Wouldn't
you?i'
Yes. jack
''Why, Madge, I thought you'd have
pinned for town and gayety, but you
seem quite content with this sort of ex-
istence, We've led a humdrum life for
whole month. What shall tell hjm?''
Whatever you like, Jack, although
I'm, ,,nrfootlu bon,y bnra ai,h Pm O., ra