Wood County reporter. [volume] (Grand Rapids [i.e. Wisconsin Rapids], Wis.) 1857-1923, 1891-09-10
MON ICA.
LOVE STORY OF MODERN DAYS

ieOlIo9 lIS' ClIC ID QultS d CdtCn, you KNOW
No end of money. The Cd fellow died g
year ago.
mo, lie didn't; he demi~ed," SAYS Kelly
emerging from obscurity into tie light OF
conversation once more. ''At least, so the
papers said. There is tremendous differ
encc, you know. A POOR man dies, rich
man demiseS. One should always bear in
mind that important social distinction"
"And the good man! What Of him?" says
Desmond, looking at his friend. "What
does Montgomery say?'
YES, that is very mysterious, :" says Kelly
with bated breath. according to Mont.
gomery, the good man ncUer dies Think
OF that! NcUcr dies. He walks the earth
forever, like superannuated ghost, only
aWfuller."
''IIave you ever seen one?" asks Olga,
leaning forward.
"What? a man that never died? Yes, lots
OF 'em. Here's one" laying his hand upon
his breast.
mo. A man that never will dep
How can | answer such q question as
that? Perhaps Rcnayne, there, may be such
one"
"IIow stupid you arel | mean, did you
ever meet man who couldn't die?''
'Never,-if he went the right way about
It."
"Then, according to your showing, you
have never seen good man." She leans
back again i'll her chair, fatigued but salts
fed.
I'm afraid they are few and far between"
says Hernia.
"Now and again they haUe appeared"
says Mr.. Kelly, with a modest glance. per
haps | shall never die"
Don't make lis more unhappy than we
need be-" says Mrs. IIerrick, plaintivcly.
GLOW sad that good men should be so
scarcev says Miss Fitzgerald, with glance
she means to be funny, but which is only
dull.
Don't make trte remarks, Bella" says
Mrs. BOhm, languidly. you know if you
did meet one he would bore you to death.
The orthodox good man, the oppressive be-
Ing we read about, but never see, is In-
known to me or you, for which l, at least,
am devoutly grateful"
''To return to old Browne" says Ulic; she
wasn't good, if you like. lie was a hOrrid
ill-tempered common old fellow, thorough
ly without education of any kind"
''IIe went through college, however, as he
was fond of Boosting whenever he got the
chance"
''And when he didn't get it he made it,
TN at one door and cut at the other, that's
how he went through Trinity" says Mr..
Kelly. ooh, how l hated that dear old man,
and hO1O he hated me!'
you admit, then, the possibility of your
being hated?' says Mrs. Uerrick.
Il have admitted that ever Since-I met
JOui But old Browne bore NE a special
grudge."
All Cin
81 never fatEOmed it, THE atrociOus
crime of being a young man. rincipalIy, |
think. Once, | certainly locked him up in
his own wine-cellar, and left him there for
six hours, under the pretense that believed
him to be burglar, but nothing more. lie
quite disliled being locked in the cellar, /
think. II was very dark. must admit. But
I'm not afraid of the dark"
That's good thing" says Madame
OConnor entering, because it will soon
an evening for the time of year? Well, / do
think that fire looks cheerful, though it is
warm. Has Mary Browne come down yet?'
mo. Come here, Madame; here's coZy
seat have been keeping sacred for you the
past hour. Why have you denied us the
light of your countenance all this weary
timer
Get out with you now, and your fine
compliments to an old wOmanw says Mad
anne, laughing. IF were y0ltr sweetheart,
Owen, I'd never believe word out Of your
lips"
Mrs. Hcrrick, laying down her knitting,
raises her head, and looks full into Kelly's
eyes. AS she does so, smile, lovely as it
is unexpected, warns all her StatueSQue
face into perfect beauty.
''And this to meI' says Kelly, addressing
his hostess, and pretending to be blind to
Mrs Herrick's glance. "All the afternoon
have been treated by your sex with the
most consummate cruelty. With their
tongues they have been stabbng me as with
so many knives But yours is the unkind-
est cut of all. 1t is, in fact, the-er-carv-
ing-knifew
'Oh! here's the tea" says O'ga, in q
pleased tone. Madame, please let HE pour
1t out to-nght"'
"Of course, my love, and thank you too"
And may / tomorrow EVENING" asks
Monica, with childish eagerness and quick
warm blush.
you may, indeed, my pretty one; and
hope it won't be long before you pour me
out my tea in your own house."
m0nd, who is standing near them, stoops
over Madame O'Connor and tells her he
would like to kiss her too, first, for her own
sake, and secondly, for that sweet hope Of
hers just uttered.
not bit of it" says she, in return, in q
tone as sprightly as it was twenty years ago,
though too low for Monica to hear. "1 our
first and second reasons are all humbug.
Say at once you want to kiss me because
you think this chld'S careSS still fingers on
my lips. All ha!-you SEQ | know more
than you think, my lad. And bark you,
Brian, come here till l whisper word in
your ear; I'm your friend, boy. in this mat
ter. and | wish yOu luck, though Priscilla
Blake kill HE for it; that's what / want to
say"
II couldn't desire better friend" says
Brian, gratefully.
And where on earth is Mary Browne?'
SAYS Madame OConnor. "She is such a
nice girl, though hardly Venus. Owen
my dear, want you to take her down to
dinner, and to make yourself charming to
Icy"
"a shall be only too pleased" s1ys Mr.
Kelly, family; and then he sinks back in
his char and covers his face with his hands
1--WE were talking about Miss Browne Is
father: he was quite q millionaire, WASH,
hep says Lord Rossmoyne, who is stand
ing at the tea-tab.e beside Oga. lie is
very rich man himself, AMI has, therefore
due regard for riches i'll others.
'1le waS,-and the most unpleasant per.
son | ever met in my life, into the bargain, v
says Madame OCOmo". PPM sure the life
lie led that poor Mayy!-I never felt more
relieved at anything than at the news of his
DEATH"
Il feel as if l could we np for Mary" says
Mr.. X lily, in an aside to Mrs. IIerricl. who
takes no notice of him. Il wonder if she
has got Il little lamb" he goes on unrebul>