Lawrence democrat. (Lawrenceburg, Tenn.) 1884-1925, 1892-01-08

"No, I am simply woman who has
her eyes open"
But" he quickly replied, "a WON
an who has her eyes open is the most
wonderful of all women. Do you
know that could not stay away from
you much longer? Let me explain: /
find that am more miserable when l
am with you, and am therefore more
natural don't think that a man could
be fool enough to be happy while he is
with you."
II don't object to reasonable compH-
ment, Mr. Dismukes. but / do hope
that you will not attempt to fiatter
me-"
II will not do that, Miss Blakemore-
What are You reading now?"
"'The Conventional Lies of Civiliza-
tion,' "tshe answered
"a charming book, because 1t is
true, "he said. "NO wonder that gov.
ernments have attempted to suppress
it,"
They talked until late hour, and
when he went away he felt that pos
session Of her-to have her all his own
was necessary to his complete misery
of life. He brooded over her wretched-
ly as he sat in the 'Nest of Disappoint-
ment," smoking his obnoxious pipe.
Suppose 1 should ask her to marry me
and she should refuse, he unused. "Ah,
but mightn't that make my misery
completer than if she were to agree?
believe 1t might and l am almos,
tempted to hope that she will refuse
How gloriously devoid of foolish senti.
ment she is. could not have believed
that such woman existed. She is my
other self, All, and if she is, why
shouldn't marry her to perfect the
gloom Of my life? might fail to pro-
vide for her properly, and that would
be an additional misery, and, conse-
quently, an advancement in true
thought. Oh, the mockery, the shall
lowness Of this life"
The next day he received note from
Miss Blakemore: Mother and l are
going to the country for few days"
she said, land we should be greatly
pleased to have you go with us"
He went. The old lady was a.aueru.
lous creature, fussy with her headgear
and of general disagreeableness, in
that at times she attempted to be cheer
full "The old woman is in her do.
\ tage," the lawyer unused, when Mrs.
Blakemore saw prairie windmill, as
she sat looking through the train win
dow, and exclaimed that it was so ro
mantle. II am afraid that she will be
in our way"
They stopped at farm house and
were, of course, miserable. The old
woman cackled over the charm of ma
ture and was, therefore, annoying; but
one afternoon, when the mother was
asleep, the lawyer and the daughter
went down to lake and stood under a
great tree. Miss Blakemore gazed fol-
a moment at the lake, and then at the
graceful shore, winding in and out
/ 3''Oh," she said, Cooking at this lake
a. foolish woman might be tempted tt
.exclaim that it is a beautiful dimple Ii
the cheek of charming landscape"
EYES," he replied, "but you are not {
foolish woman and, therefore, should
not-not--l was going to say, shoulc
not even make foolish suggestion"
A strange expression came over hi
face. She stood looking far across thu
lake.
II don't quite understand myself to
day, Miss Blackmore."
"Why?"
"That is what don't know, but
feet that l have lost some of my long
cherished wisdom"
He took her hand. She did not resis
him.
"Your name is Grace, isn't it?"
Eyes. Does it make you more miser
BILE to hold my hand?"
II don't know-I-Grace, I am fool
/ love you"
81 have lost my sense, too" she said
with an emotional whimper.
II love you, Grace, and want you t.
be my wife. Let wise men go. lie
| us be fools Let us blend two miserie
and make one happiness. Something
a within me teaches me that the man O
simple faith is right, and if were tn
> Judge, his case would not be throw
$ out of court. Kiss me, Grace. OPP
, Read, in Arkansaw Traveller.