Wheeling register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1878-1935, 1891-01-19
THE LAST INCH.
Their Honeymoon Had Been Very JOY
Gus Time, but Even "a Clothesline, You
Know, Must Have an End.


Gus Time, but Even "a Clothesline, You
Know, Must Have an End.
Madeline S. Bridges in SMITHS Monthly.
Doris TAT the mirror)-Do you like
this dress, dear?
Harry ton the lounge)-Yes, dear,
very much.
Doris (reproachfully)-You haven't
looked at il.
Harry laying down newspaper
Haven't l? Why, told you the first
time you wore it
Doris-I never wore it before.
Harry-You certainly did. Well,
then, you must have another very like
it.
DoriS-I have none other that is like
it in the least.
Harry-That's odd. was certain I'd
SCENT before taking up his newspaper,
certain.
Doris Slightly sarcasticaD-You have
Mt seen it, now.
Harry Oaying down newspaper)-I
have, too. Cream color-bowS of lace
and what do you call that thing in the
back?
Doris with determined cheerfulness)
oh. dear me. 1t pays to dress for
such a critic. Tra-la la-tra-la la
(warbles waltz Song).
Harry Ufatuitously going back to his
paper I've been reading about that
bank robbery in Philadelphia. The
gang went on from New York, it seems.
Oh, those fellows will never
catch them. New York detectives are
bad enough. but Philadelphia-(re breads
silently
Doris-Tra-la lahore waltz song
energetically rendered..
Harry docking up with Il puzzled eX
presSion)-Shall would you care to
hear the details? 1t says here: The
facts elected so far
Doris-I beg you will spare me the
facts.
Harry folding newspaper and put
ting it reSolutely under sofa cushion
But | can read them later. Ya-a-um!
(Yawns terriiically). Gracious. Is it
only 4 o'clock? | thought it must be
almost dinner time.
Doris with irony imperceptible TO
masculine obtuseness)- you ham
gry'
Iarry-Am l? Amt you?
Doris las before)-I think can exist
until six O'Clock.
Harry-Oh, can erist! Ya-a-a-
um. Patience The days seem .long,
don't they, when you haven't anything
to occupy you.
Doris with an odd smile)-Too bad
you can't find something.
Harry (sleepily)-We might take 4
walk.
Doris-You really ought to, l think.
Harry (rousing himSelf)-Well-com
on.
Doris-Excuse me, have letters to
write. No, Harry, really-pleaSe
Harry stretching HIMSELF - All
right. III stride along, then. Bye-bye.
Kisses her on the ear and fumbles
with cigar I'll get the evening
papers while I'm out.
DofiS with wild SarcaSml-Oh, do
Harry will. Good-by pet. (Leaves
the room whiStling. Doris filings her
self down and SobS herself into the sofa
cushion.)
Harry suddenly putting his head into
the door)-And say, dear-shant | tele-
graph What in the world is the mat
ter? Doris, Are you i'll?
DoriS-Go and w-w-walk: go away.
please!
Harry-Go away? From Bolf
Doris-Well-you did!
Harry-My angel. And you were hurt
because
Doris-Oh, Harry, TO take your hat
and-go-go-for walk-dlone! And
we're not-not one month together yet
Oh, what will you take your hat and do
when we're married year?
Harry (bewildered)- But you tod me
to 90.
Doris-Told you? Oh, for shame.
Harry driven by desperation to sheer
duplcity, and assuming an air OF stern
ness)-and now you reproach me. 1t is
not enough that tear myself away
from the sunshine of your presence,
feeling, too well, that you are indiffer-
ent, that you are tired of me
Doris (clinglng TO himl-DOn't dare
to think OF such thing.
Harry - that | have ceased to
interest you
Doris-Do you want me to die this
minute?
Harry - and then to be mis-
judged!
Doris-I didn't-not for one breathing
instant, dear. Burrows her head UNI
der one of Harry's arms, and sobs con-
tentedly.) But dreamed-of-Ma,
last highland, somehow, | think-we
ought to go home.
Harry (radiantly)-The very thing
I've been longing to-that is-the Office,
you know-they really need the-they
really do. OF course, we are having
such lovely time, it seems cruel
Doris Tightening up)-Ics, but we
mustn't be selfish. We must think OF
others, and-and-let'S start tomorrow.
Anyway, dear, it's the last week of the
honeymoon. Ut was.)