The Wichita daily eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1890-1906, 1891-12-09
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Mrs. Graham's, with her elegant, artistic
house and pantries stocked-RterallJ
overfowing with the good things of lift
Il said could not endure living IN paper
bags any longer-I know did; but, AID
when Charley today offered me his hand
full, yes. full, Ad, of every comfort
and luxury-somehow," she says, hesi
tatingly, 81 could not. I DON'T know
why, but couldn't"
"Well, DEAR" reply slowly, eff yoI
don't love him
''That's it, Adam" she says, positively
'sI don't and can't; so, dear old AID, It.
paper bags little longer"
"All right DEAR" say meekly; ''u
you feel that way, buff you could, you
know-of course, only if you couIld, how
nice it would be-"
eyes," she says, laughing merrily
"very nice, but I am afraid 1 offended
him this time beyond redemption. am
afraid, AID, DEAR" slowly, 81 behaved
very badly, for do you know there
rushed over my mind the picture of me
'toddling away on my wedding day with
the lord high executioner.' and I behaved
yes, very badly, Adam. dent want
Charley, Ad. want nobody but you. u
''All right" say, teasingly, +'but take
care you never want any Moore"
"Adamv' she says, sternly Shaking her
finger at me as she rises, with the faint
est blush upon her face, ''if you are ever
guilty again of such an execrable pun
shall bring Charley right in and make
you marry him ofhand, to save our fam
lily honor, and, better, our credit!''
The next evening, as it is growing
dusk, / am sitting on the front piazza
amid clustering vines, whose fragrant
blooms are bending them down, waiting
for We've to come home from dress
parade on College Hill. The moon is
slowly rising, and 1 know she has wan
dered into walk with some one of her
fervent devotees, and will likely come
home with another victim dangling at
her heels. l have scarcely Thought this
until 1 see her approoching-with two
victims-Mr. Somers and Geofry Moore.
How she has inveigled Charley into her
tolls again, after yesterdays exploit,
cannot imagine-but there he is, and to
him she is chatting gayly, gliioly, almost
ignoring the stately professor who walks
gravely beside them.
cannot shut my eyes to the difference
between these men, though one is rich,
the other poor.
Alas! that have grown so mercenary
and ittle-even over the question of my
darling's hearth The one-eay, debonair,
but shallow. The other-noble, manly,
such sure, safe protector and guide for
my hayward Genevieve; but then, those
little, cramping ills Of povertyl
The night is so lovely that they sit
down beside me on the piazza, and now
sure that she has shared her bird safely
again-she turns the battery of her ire
sistible forces upon the professor, and is
provoking, bewitching, exasperating, all
in one breath. In some way the CONVEX
sation turns upon rank and wealth and
.neir advantages.
81 shall never marry except for love,
of course" she says; "but then l never
could love any one but a man who can
give me all the luxury of wealth"
The first sentence evidently to snub
poor Charley. The last to frown down
any presumptuous advances on the part
of the professor.
81 do not believe that, Miss Gene
vieve,'' be says gravely. "You belle
yourself. What good to true womans
heart are all the comforts and dainty
things that wealth can purchase if there
be no love? What good the honor AMI
rank of thousand dead ancestors if the
present man be wanting in noblenesS?'
ga great DEAL" she says decidedly. 81
should want to know that his family had
been great and-wealthy, for ages and
ages-with old family portraits handed
down for generations-coatso of arms and
all that sort of thing. Why, even as to
ourselves" she adds with curious twin
kle in her eyes, "Ad, what is our family
insignia-our old heraldic coat of ar1ns1'
This with a gracious, questioning
glance at me, when she knows we have
always been nobodies.
"What did you say, Adam, dear?"
ooh, Viewer stammer in reply, "why
will you try to turn everything into ridi-
cule2 You know l cannot
'Ad," she says, you are too modest.
You underrate your own descriptive
abilities. Well! can't describe, but 1
can draw. Mr.. Moore, will you kindly
lend me a card and pencil?'
And that gentleman producing these
tI,ot ri n q xa,xy
creditable grocer's paper bag and gravely
hands it to him. He chances at it in
mystified manner.
''To make it more perfect" she says
recklessly, "you might initiate it little
"a very little, wee bit, for there is very
little in it, Ad, dear. isn't there!'
Three days later, We've and the pro-
fessor have gone out riding. She was
very dainty looking and gay when they
set out, but to me his face had an I'M
familiar look, as though he had made up
his mind to risk all and try his fate. My
heart is stirred to its depths, for there is
no light, shallow love to be easily set
aside. This man will never forget, and
yet We've will never wed poverty. She
cannot love the rich man, so Will have
none of him; she does not love-ah, is
that true? l am afraid she loves the
poor man-but at all events she viii
not marry him. So there is nothing left,
as we children used to say when we
counted the buttons on our dresses, but
"beggar man" and "thief." God forbid!
They came in quite late. She has
flush upon her smooth, round cheek, but
a troubled look in her eyes. He is very