The Dalles daily chronicle. [volume] (The Dalles, Or.) 1890-1948, 1891-05-07

rich, you love 70 play piQuet. and | am
the best player ON the PACIFIC coast. If
you will marry me. will play: if not.
not"
"Welly'
"Under the circumstances, do not
see that more can nationally be said.'
''Cut the cards"
Eighteen. golden haired, slim, supple.
adorable Adele. Vincent flashed her
scornful eyes on the visage of Mr.. Mid
dies, who, undisturbed sat at ease in the
conservatory.
Mrs. Vincent played solitaire in the
adjoining library. awaiting her affianced
and piquet.
why, mamma is old enough to be
your mother, Ernst Middles."
81 know it.
ssYour motive in making this mon
strous engagement must be purely mer-
cenary."
strictly
..And you feel no shame in making
the admission?
ssNone"
'.Faughr'
ssThapks"
"For whatT
"For so well expressing my feelings.
She sank upon a lounge, her pretty
feet crossed, covered her face with her
little hands. and her lovely young body
was shaken with sobs.
Don't cry" said Mr.. Middles.
81 can't help it. Oh, it is infamous
"Yes. Still congratulate myself"
Congratulate yourselfp'
enthusiastically. have neither the
brains nor energy to conquer fortune,
therefore l marry one."
''You can descend to that
81 rejoice to find that can. | am not
the fool that / might be. Many men
quarrel with their luck discover that
am too wise for such folly. Compose
yourself, my dear Adele. I'll be a
father to you"
"a father! You are but eight years
older than 1. Oh, Ernst. consider. You
have been a son to mamma and a brother
to me- We have grown from childhood
together. Papa loved you. Don't,
beg of you, don't make US all ridicu-
lous!''
my word is given, Adele. As gen.
tleman, must keep it,
"a gentleman, indeedl thought
mans honor. Obi"
"Calm yourself
'tCalm yourself! You put me to hu-
initiation and sell yourself and your tai
ents for sr
''The prizes that talent gives years of
conflict to win. get the prizes without
the conflict
..'The. brave Young man who was to
face the world and achieveI'
81 have outgrown the illusions of
youth, Adele
land you will marry woman in
whose crazed sight your chief merit is
your skill at piquetF'
"You have said it"
v''At least you have the decency not to
pretend that you love mamma
Love is luxury, and luxury is not
for the poor. No; / do not love your
mother. I love you"
.sMer-g
II have.foE years.
"You-you-never"-
.Never told you. Why should I?
Would you share poverty with me,
Adele? Would l, loving you, permit
you2 speak of my talents. have
tried to use them. They do not exist
AND you ---- ..a.ts.-a
Eyes, with my whole heart and soul
Love youis God! 1t is not in me to ex-
press how muchP' -
"rm very glad to hear it," said Mrs.
Vincent. wholly opening the library
door.
"Mammar
Zone word, Ernst Middles. Would
you as Adele's husband, and provided
for, play piquet with me?'
with pleasure"
You'd better marry him, Adele. my
child"
'sOh, mammal after what has hap
penedY'
'.Come, Mr.. Middles, the cards are
waiting" @ Ii
But I'm neither your husband nor
your son-in-law, Mrs. Vincent"
$50. Adele make up your mind; yes
or no. Evidently it must be one or the
other of u.s.. Now. Mr.. Middles: piquet.
if you please"
mot until after the ceremony, mad
am. Arthur McEwen in Argonaut
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A benevolent old lady who lives in a