Pawtucket tribune. (Pawtucket, R.I.) 1890-189?, 1892-12-21

let them tease. Al nrut nad q milo IN
tention Of transferring him TO Miss
Brown (thev would have made . nice
mstch), but il proved too much trouble.
He would do anything for me end moth
ing for her, and we needed some man to
devise amusement and do the talking
for US. He tried TO make us promise to
return some time, although We hadn't
spoken Of going. He persisted In trying
TO make us promise, and we were too
inert To oppose him. So one day when
he was out in boat We stepped on board
q steamboat and went up TO North Car.
olina-
Beautiful countryl Oh, the flowers
on the North Carolina hillsl began to
appreciate the scenery, and Miss Brown
became 50 sprightly she alarmed me. ]
told her il she couldn't help growing
younger SO fast should have TO send
home for an older chaperon. Then we
drifted about 10 other places-Sparkling
Springs last and longest. We staid at
a private hotel-fine old southern house
in perfect preservation-magnolias and
cape jasmine and pickaninnies. While
think of il let me warn you IL you ever
go south be careful. You will think
every man YOU meet is in love with you
they are all 20 devoted.
There was one man at our hotel.
When say man mean one who takes
your breath away. There were plenty
Of apologies for men and several women
worth looking at There was q young
widow with pensive air and roper
tory of touching illusions To her dear
husband, which were very fetching.
She had more men about her than any
woman in the house; In fact, she could
command all Of them except the one
spoke Of.
"When | arrived he was dancing a
good natured attendance on young ma
tron unhappily married and exceedingly
pretty, infantile type, theatrical teud'
ency TO pose. She had wrapped her
self about linn like a vine and gave him
daily bulletins Of her troubles. Just
think Of it. How can q woman And
what did that man do but come and re-
peat all her condolences TO ne!
DO not tell me. / would beg. Il do
not care to hear her private affairs.'
Neither do |, he would laugh. j
think you might share the burden Of
woe which she thrusts upon me-
after | came perhaps he neglected
her or broke some Of the teIdrils she had
fastened upon him. 1t was only natural
that he should show me about little,
all the other men being occupied with
the widow. He was merely trying to
keep me frIn stagnation, I'm sure. Ii
was absurd for her TO grow Jealous, but
she did. and she married woman! Visi-
bly, jealous! Perfectly preposterous es-
pecially when there was nothing between
us. Were only amusing each other;
only passing away the time-the days
were so long and delightful"
As she spoke'she kept nervously twist
ing ring which had never before no.
ticed on her hand.
when did you get thatY' l asked.
"Oh, he gave il to me" smiling.
$50 You are engaged. Please tell me
what he is likey'
"You shall see for yourself. He said he
would come on this winter"
"Then there will be another wedding
at Rose Hill
"What do YOU meanT' with arching
brows and surprised eyes. 81 do not ex-
pect him-he said so; that was all"
"You mean that you do not care for
him TO Gomez
To this she would make no reply, only
looked at me in a mocking way, and
rose to 60. We climbed the hill arm in
arm, and Jumped into the cart and was
about to touch the pony with the whip
when she leaned over, placed her hand
on the back of the seat and whispered:
"All that talk about Father Time Is a
mistake. They ought 10 say Mother
Time. always knew Time was Q won.
an e--time-will--tell."
She picked up her skirts with one
hand, threw me kiss with the other
and ran into the house. Ny eyes and
thoughts followed her until tug at the
reins apprised me that pony had started
for home on his own accord, delicately
intimating that an afternoon call should
end before evening Chicago News.