St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1892-05-08

you don't. Sometimes you don't even
mean to. The first girl / got myself
tied up that way to was Just coming
OUT | had petted and leased her a
good deal during her school days, and
one night called to see her dressed out
for her big ball. l went into tile par Tor
and waited, talking with the old man,
l didn't have any too much time, though,
and the old gentleman went to hurry
her up. In few minutes there was a
rustic and tinkle. and in she slid. She
was vision, all the more so because l
had always seen her and thought OF her
in everyday schoolgirl rig. She stood,
almost trembling. while l stared. Then
she said in Shaky, disappointed way,
Don't you like me?'
Don't like you? Don't love you?''
said /, taking both her hands and pull
ing her forward to see the forgery bet
ter. Then she put her arms mp about
my neck and said, oh, JOhnv and there
i was, OF course il didn't turn out so
badly. | was noble and wouldn't bind
her to an engagement and all that, and
of course before the season was hall
over she Tilted me entirely.
"There was another little woman, q
little married woman. | had taken rer
to balls and things good deal all sea-
son. Nice, cOmrady little thing she
was! Her husband had been the usual
brute and she didn't live with him,
but she wasn't divorced, and had that
kind of safe, comfortable feeling with
her that a man does have when he can't
be expected to propose. This had been
going on for year or more when one
night at ball took her into the gar
den. She was looking stunning, and
the moon was looking stunning, and Of
course we got to talking love and poet
ry. and | called her little one or some
thing. She turned awful quiet mo-
quick, wild-eyed way women have when
they are going to spring something.
john said she, Il have something to
tell you-a-a surprise Now, hate
surprises, especially wOmen's surprises.
l made up my mind that the old man
was coming back, and all our good times
were over, but | managed to say: What
is it?''
''She twined her fingers together and
went on: ''I-I-applied for a divorce
a few months ago, and-l-I got it yes
terday-and-'
This was worse than the other. and
/ said dismally enough, 'and you're
going to marry some fellow, suppose. ="
''Then she said: oh. Johnp and put
her arms around my neck, and there
was again. | almost thought l would
stay there, she was such nice little
person. At any rate, l let things alone.
She herself didn't want an engagement
so soon. and it wasn't long after that
she came to me and cried, and said she
had been cruel, but
Somebody else, of course. | knew
too much not to rave and tear and say
I'd shoot him. and it ended in her
stamping her little feet and calling me a
brute, and marrying the fellow next
day. Some things are done on the stage
so much that you'd think fellow
would never do it himself, but one
does. Every man is caught at least
once through asking ole wOman's adj
vice about another. You know the gag,
of course. First woman thinks herself
the object of your solicitude. and it is
oh, Johnn again. In spite of the
many times man will get himself
caught when he does not mean it and
does not want it. he usually finds it
jolly hard to conway his ideas of things
to the one girl that puts him into that
state of mind. The first girl of that
kind ever met l was at for nearly
eight months. At last wedding did it
another fellows wedding. l said,
Ethel, when shall we be married% and
she said. Hush, John; in churchp and
said, Right you are, in church, but
when" We weren't married, though.
Oh, no; fellow does not marry every
girl he wants to by any means. My
own wife? Oh, that was different.
Come now, one does not talk about the
real thing, you know"