The Seattle post-intelligencer. [volume] (Seattle, Wash. Terr. [Wash.]) 1888-1914, 1890-12-14
with CAPTAIN copgleton. He dances very


HlUgh, Don't! Well, now I'm up
YOU must dispense with the fascinating
Congleton for while. don't like him.
vo sh ss ssfts ss;a gause,-Do you know what
He-Can't say that / do exactly. I'm
not in the best of temper.
true and faithful lover, where is your
eternal constancy,n "unalterable trust"
and 'sreverent devotion? 2" / remember
these phrases; you seem to have forgotten
them, | mention mans name
He-A good deal more than that.
She-Well, speak to him about dance
perhaps the last dance that | shall ever
dance in my life before before go away;
and you at once distrust and insult me.
Hell never said word.
She-How much do you imply? Guy, is
this amount of confidence to be our stock
to start the new life onf
He-Of course not. / don't mean that
On my word and honor, l didn't. Let it
pass, dear. Please let it pass.
She-ThiS once--yeS-and second time,
and again and again, all through the years
when / shall be unable to resent it,. You
want too much, my Lancelot, and-you
know too much.
He-How do you mean?
She-That is part of the punishment.
There cannot be perfect trust between US.
Hem heavens name, why not?
She-Hushl The other place is quite
enough. Ask yourself.
Hell don't follow.
She-You trust me so implicitly that
when look at another man-never mind.
Guy, have you ever made love to girl-a
good girl?
HeeSomething of the sort. Centuries
ago-in the Dark Ages, before l ever met
you, dear.
she-Tell me what you said to her.
He-What does man say to girl?
I've forgotten.
She-I remember. He tells her that he
trusts her and worships the ground she
walks on, and that he'll love and honor
and protect her to her dying day; and so
she marries in that belief. At least, l
speak of one girl who was not protected.
He-Well, and then.
She-And then. Guy, and then, that
girl needs ten times the love and trust and
honor-yes, honor-that was enough when
she was only mere wife if-if-the second
life she elects to lead is to be made even
bearable. Do you understand?
He-Even bearable! It'll be Paradise.
She-Ahl Can you give me all I've asked
for-not now, nor few months later, but
when you begin to think of what you
might have done if you had kept your own
appointment and your caste here-when
you begin to look upon me as drag and a
burden? | shall want it most then, Guy,
for there will be no one In the wide world
but you.
He-You're little overtired tonight,
sweetheart, and you're taking stage view
of the situation. After the necessary busi-
ness in the courts the road is clear to-
She-"The holy state of matrimonyw
Ha! Hal Hal
He-Ssh! Don't laugh in that horrible
way.
She-I-I-c-c-c-can't help it. Isn't it too
absurd. All! Hal Hal Hal Guy, stop me
church.
He-For goodness sake, stop! Don't
make an exhibition of yourself. What is
the matter with you?
She-N-n-nothing I'm better now.
He--That's all right. One moment, dear.
There's a little wisp of hair got loose from
behind your right ear and it's struggling
She-Thank 90, I'm 'fraid my hats on
one side, too.
He-What do you wear those huge dag
ger bonnet skewers for? They're big
enough to kill a man with.
She-Ohl don't kill me, though. You're
sticking it into my head! Let me do 1T.
You men are so clumsy.
He-Have you had many opportunities
of comparing us-in this sort of work?
She-Guy, what is my name?
He-Eh don't follow.
She-Here.s my card case. Can you
He-Yes. Well?
She-Well, that answers your question.
You know the other mans name. Am
sufficiently humbled, or would you like to
ask me if there is any one else!
Hell see now. My darling, I never
meant that for. an instant. was only
joking. There! Lucky there's no one on
a heu Ia1;
She-They'll be more scandalized before
the end.
He-Do-ont! don't like you to talk in
She-Unreasonable man! Who asked
me to face the situation and accept it?
Tell me- do look like Mrs. Penner? Do
/ look like a naughty woman? Swear |
don't! Give me your word of honor, my
honorable friend, that I'm not like Mrs.
Buzgago. That's the way she stands with
her hands clasped at the back of her head.
D'you like that?
He-Don't be affected.
She-I'm not. I'm Mrs. baggage. Lis
ten!
''Pendant une anne toute entiere,
lie regiment ma pas rparu.
Au Ministere de la Guerre
On lie r ofta CONNIE perdu.
"On Sc r'noncait a r'trouver sa trace,
Quand un matin subitement,
On lie Wit r'paraisse sur la place,
l. Colonel tonjours en- ayant..'
That's the way she rolls her RS. Am
like her?
He-No, but I object when you go on
like an actress and sing stuff of that kind.
Where in the world did you pick up the
Chanson du Colonel? 1t isn't drawing
room song. 1t isn't proper.
She-Mrs. Baggage taught it me. She
is both drawing-room and proper, and in
another month she'll shut her drawing
room to me, and, thank God, she isn't as
improper as am. Oh, Guy, Guy! l wish
l was like some women and had no
scruples about-what is it Keene says p
wearing corpse's hair and being false to
the bread they eat"
Hell am only man of limited intel
ligence, and, just now, very bewildered.
When you have quite finished flashing
through all your moods, tell me and I'll
try to understand the last one.
She-Moods, Guy! l haven't any. I'm
is years old and you're just 90 and you've
been waiting for two hours outside the
YOU, and now we're walking home to-
gether Does that suit you, my Imperial
Majesty?
He-No. We aren't children. Why
can't you be rational?
She-He asks me that when I'm going
to commit social suicide for his sake, and,
and-I don't want to be French and rave
about " ma mere" but have ever told YOU
that I have mother, and a brother who
was my pet before | married. He's mar
ried now. Can'tyou imagine the pleasure
that the news of the elopement will give
him? Have you any people. at home, Guy,
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