Butler citizen. [volume] (Butler, Pa.) 1877-1922, 1890-03-07

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my name and that am too old"
''oh, Jacob"
yes, am too old, and am To grow
older. You have defined youth-what is
agef"
"0h, it is the enemy of the hnm.n race.
Let us never grow old, Jacob"
"Ah, no. MiIlicent. let as never grow
old, 50 only that We may stag young To
gether,' he said, flushing and edging a lit
tie nearer to her, while he looked up in her
face with half-humorous smile. But she
drew away farther from him.
"WelI !" he continued despondently,
and what is my next iault' Come, say
itr'
"You do not believe III friendships be
twcet men and women. Ny own belief is
that no woman can expect to PROFESSIONALLY
happy unless her husband can have n
friendship for her"
'You seem to have thought good deal
about marriage-eyen if you are so ayerse
to it."
Milicent, with heightened color made
a movement to rise. Jacob stretched up
both hands and taking hers, pulled her
back gently to her seat.
"You are 80 rude" she continued; '.that
is another fault I should want my bus
band to be polite to me. It would make
me happier than almost any thing
"And should want TO have the liberty
of quarreling with my wife whenever |
chose, and making it up again. but | sup
pose that YOU would like auaye idiot like
that Hastings
'"There again" said Millicent, in az in
jured tone, chow ridiculous you are Iou
are so jealous, and about nothing. What
could be more innocent, when Il party Of
people are out on blossom gathering, than
that two of the should ran down hill to
gether, and yet from the time you made
about tits too absurd
But you took his hand and ran laugh
ing"
"As ehildren might un aud hv had
raced together and you had beaten him
easily You had picked nay blossoms for
me- and | had walked with yod. lie was
my guest, and surely owed him some p"
likeness
To give him yoar hand, | suppose, and
caper and laugh with him"
The recollection quite overcome Jacob
with anger. lie rose and walked a few
PAGES across the lawn and then returned.
"Well am named Jacob | am old. |
am rude, and l am Jealous. oh! yes, and
1 forget, don't believe in Platonic friend
ships Five faults; / think that there are
seven deadly sins. Not that I have the
least idea what they are. | know that
seven always seemed small allowance to
me. | surely have more than five. More
than five would 60 to the makeup of any
respectable man. What you can name no
moref / could accuse myself of more than
that. Don't you know anothcr1"
"Yes," said Millicent. gravely, while
she put some OF the sweetbrier roses in he
breast.
II am impatient to hear. | sit here
only for that purpose. The sixth fault
Gomez
THAT you don't care for womens socie
ty." a
Jacob rose and folded his arms, facing
the girl, and looked long at her. Then he
threw back his head and laughed heartily;
Upon my world that is n fault Have |
not liked your society,""
''Yes, but that of no other woman"
''Well, upon nay word! Talk of jealousy.
| never saw it's opposition So set forth.
Do you wish me-should you wish, ought
to say your husband to be fond of other
society,""
Il don't like mans man, said Afillieent
evasively.
II am more edited" said Jacob, seating
himself again, ''this evening than l ever
was in my life. Why do you not like a
mans MANI
Because" said the girl, becoming u
little nettled at her companions search
ing look, II know well enough how that
works"
'T am waiting for information" said
Jacob
"a mans man soon wearieS Of the wo-
man he loves. and he seeks mems society
constantly. Men influence men more than
women do. | should never be jealous of
other women, for could always he wo-
man; but men would be contrary infu-
cnce. | have seen the lonely lives of the
wives of mems men" she paused
II am still listening" he said
"For the best, men understand women
but little, and mems men grow at last to
understand them not at all Mems men
become at last to be world quite apart.
Their wives have no excuse for being, ex-
cept insomuch as they contributed to their
comfort"
"Millicent, do you say that women are
younger than menH / don't believe that
men of sixty, or men that have been wild
overs two or three times, have thought
this question OF marriage out like you"
81 wont talk to you any more"
Y on must. Back 10 or text. Six
faults then-my name, my age, my narive
rudeness, my jealously, my incredulity Of
Platonic friendships, aud my being a mans
man. You must name at least seven dead
ly sins to convict me. Isn't there anoth-
err"
eyes ="
'Mllinent, you are absorbingly interest
ing. | never knew that you had thought
so much about me
II ought to have thought about you be
fore ----' she paused.
Jacob waited moment. II understand;
before you refused to marry ME. You
ought to make some excuse for that. With
what seventh fault did you strengthen
your caseT'
That you are sQ dreadiully masculine"
Il plead guilty. The roses are rosy, the
bricrs are thorny, the grass is green, and
l, Jacob Raus. the man who loves you, am
masculine. Alas! alas Is that more my
fault than my namcR You, besides, are
immensely feminine, and ] find no iault
with that. Is it fairl"
Jacobs spirits were rising; Millicen's
perceptibly falling.
eyes, it is fair that |, being feminine,
should object to your being masculine.
The two are opposites. Ifnature has made
mistake there, I am not responsible.
Men and women never understand each