The McCook tribune. (McCook, Neb.) 1886-1936, 1892-12-16

'Oo l. IOIt HlIl IL He CDulu peTSudue MISS
Brown to be my chaperon she and !
would cut a swath. OF course she
couldn't leave her sister and the chill
dren. but | whirled her off before she had
time to resign herself to stay at home.
when we left we were absolutely
lifeless-she with overwork, [ with en-
nui. We went south to the gulf. We
were quite too ~listless to think. If some
n would plan out IL day, even IN hour,
for us, we were happy. One Of US would
say to the other:
"'What are you going to do?
"'I haven't decided. What will you
dor
81 haven't made up my mind
81 believe I'll walk on the pier and
wait for an idea
"'Oh, then, SO will L.
"There were men about too. One
perhaps forty years old-took q fancyto
me. They leased me about him, and
hadn't even ambition to retaliate-just
let them tease. AT first | had q mild in
tention of transferring him to Miss
Brown (they would have made Il nice
match), but it proved too much trouble.
He would do anything for me and 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 n day when
he was out in a boat we steppedo on board
a steamboat and went up to North Car
DINA.
Beautiful country! Oh, the flowers
on the North Carolina hills! | began to
appreciate the scenery, and Miss Brown
became SO sprightly she alarmed me-. [
told her if she couldn't help growing
younger so fast l should have to send
home for an older chaperon. Then we
drifted about to other places-Sparkling
Springs last and longest. We staid at
a private hotel-fine old southern house
in perfect ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS and
cape jasmine and pickaninnies. While
1 think of it let me warn you if you eve
go south be careful. You will think
every man you meet is in love with you
they are all SO devoted.
''There was one man at u hotel.
When l say a man l mean n whotakes
your breath away. There were plenty
of apologies for men and several n
worth looking at. There was a young
widow with q pensive air and q 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 II l
spoke of.
"When l arrived he was dancing a
good natured attendance on a young ma
tron %unhappily married and exceedingly
pretty, infantile type, theatrical tend
ency to pose. She had wrapped her
self about him like a vine and gave him
daily bulletins of her troubles. just
think of it! How can a woman? And
what did that man do but come and re-
peat all her condolences to ne!
"sDo not tell me- 1 would beg. lido
not care to hear her private affairs
Neither do l. he would laugh. 4
think you might share the burden of
woe which she thrusts upon me-
CATER [ came perhaps he neglected
her or broke some of the tendrils she had
fastened upon him. It was only natural
that he should show me about a little,
all the other men being occupied with
the widow. He was merely trying to
keep me from stagnation, I'm sure. 1t
was absurd for her to grow jealous, but
she did, and she a 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 n%ervously twist
ing a ring which 1 had never before no.
ticed on her hand.
when did you get that?' l asked.
"Oh, he gave it to me-" smiling.
$50 you are engaged. Please tell me
what he is like?'
"You shall see for yourself. He said he
would come on this winter"
ssThen there will be another wedding
at Rose HIP"
"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 hooking way, and I
rose to &C. We climbed the hill arm in
arm, and 1 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 d
mistake. They ought to say Mother
Time. 1 always knew Time was a wom-
an because-time-will-tell."
She picked up her skirts with Il
hand, threw me a kiss with the other
and ran into the house. My eyes and
thoughts followed her until a tug at the
reins apprised me that pony had started
for home on his own accord, delicately
.intimating that al afternoon call should
end before evening.-Chicago News.
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