Courier Democrat. (Langdon, N.D.) 1891-1920, 1892-05-12
A SURE THING.

he has soiemnly assured me he would
not take $4,000 for. l believe he
has never been tempted with an offer.
l really don't know what his business
is; l don't think he has any except
that OF cultivating his property, i. e.,
his side whiskers. I know he is q
"masher," if "mashing" can be called
Il business.
He comes into my room-stop,
thought should not speak in the
present tense, for of late he comes no
more.
He was in the habit OF sauntering
into my room when was sure to be
at my busiest, combing his whiskers
lovingly, and then talk by the hour
OF his conquests among the fair
sex. He had smitten Miss Fell
cia McFlimsey ut the dance last
night; he had struck an arrow
into the heart OF Miss Dulcie DeNlure
at the opera; he had Il dead mash,"
on Miss Genevieve Giltedge, OF Clifton.
'sTell you what Drummond," one day
about month ago, as he sat down
and put his feet upon my desk. "I'm
in quandary, old boy"
care you?" said I. GLOW did you
get there?"
"Oh, I'm dead in line about it, tell
you. its no funny business! I'm 60
ing to get married"
"And who is the hapless-ahem!-
the happy fair one?'
"Ah, that's the rub, as what his
name says, you know. That's where
the quandary is, you see. There's
two of 'enl."
Don't commit bigamy, whatever
you d., said l.
"Stuff! Of course not. But don't
know which of the two to marry. It's
dead sure thing with both of 'em,
and-pll tell you all about it,
I prepared for martyrdom.
'"Ihere's Dulcie De Mure, you know;
she's the first one. You've seen her,
haven't you? A regular daisy she is,
and no mistake Sweets no name for
her, and I'm dead in love myself. I'd
marry her tomorrow if it wasn't for
one thing-she's minus the stuff.
She's living with her uncle, the stock
broker-vou know old Ticker, don't
you?-but he wont give her anything,
of course; he's got five OF his own to
provide for, and Dulcie's an orphan
and has nothing OF her own. If she
had anything at all-say $4,000 or
sod let Miss Giltedge slide without
SILVER But it won't do; Miss G.'s
an heiress. they say, to not less then
q cool 100000. I've looked into it
pretty carefully, on the strict q. t.,
and Pm satisfied there's at least that
much in sight. In fact, it's more than
that, if anything. l wouldn't be sur
prised to find, after she's landed, that
she's got double that amount. But,
then, you see, she's got devil of a
temper, and that makes it bad. She's
goodlooking enough; at least, she gets
herselfup in great shape-A1 style, and
ali that-but, you see, l never did
fancy tall, thin woman myself. It's
too much that way with me.
But she's dead gone on
me, Billy, old boy-maybe she isn't,
though!-and she don't care con-
tinental who knows it, either. do
wish l could like her; but l can't,
honestly. Whenever 1 try to think
| about her, up rises the picture Of
Dulcie's pretty little mug, and, by
Jove Pm dished right away! What
the devil is teller to do in such q
quandary as this?"
"Why, fit were I, kingston, should
certainly marry the girl loved, if 1
married at all. But could you sup
port her il you had her?"
"'That's just it," couldn't support
| her in the-er-style OF life Pm accus-
| toned to all. We should have to take
rooms at a second-rate hash house
End l should have to go to work in
some blessed place or other and be
steady and all that, you know, which
l couldn't stand.'
swell, then, marry the rich one,"
said l, earnestly. "I'll agree to be
satisfied if you will"
"But don't care about her at ALL
I'll be devilish unhappy. know 1
shall; she's got such an Internal
temper. If l could only marry her
money and Dulcie's body and soul"
continued Kingston, rising and walk
ing about the room distractedly.
And then he ran over the entire sub
ject again after the manner of his
kind.
Finally gave him my advice sober
| ly:
"Since you ask it, Kingston, you
shall have it. Go and marry Miss
Dulcie and settle down to happy
and contented life. Change your
habits and live for use instead of
merely for ornament. The man who
really loves a woman will be content
with any lot which gives him peace, a
good home and her. really believe,
my boy, that such a woman as Miss
Dulcie would be the making of you.'
"Well, I'll study on it," said he, as
he sauntered out, combing his
whiskers thoughtfully. Next day !
was honored with another visit.
Kingston was irreproachably cotton