Wood River times. [volume] (Hailey, Idaho) 1882-1915, 1892-06-30
57 HAVE been and gone and lost
my heart, Father Confessorw
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Again. ne girl lalQ down
Der work In grim disapproval. "Only
wo weeks ago you told me you were
clear OF your last three flirtations, and
had made strenuous resolutions, and
n0w--if ! had such a runaway heart,
Eustace, would put chain and collar
On it and lead it like pet poodle; or
er," her glance falling on the wicker
stand at her side Il would give it to
my mother to keep in her workbox."
but my mothers workbasket has no
lid" he objected. lounging lazily
against the window seat. suppose
with mock beseeching in the laughing
eyes, suppose you kindly keep it for
me in your workbox."
j Ny workbox. is always being upset;
k9eur heart might spill out and roll
away under the piano, and lie there
weeks and weeks; besides, always
tAke the liberty of using as a needle
cushion anything soft that find in
my workbox."
He flushed through all his brown and
laughed little nervously. But then,
you know, your heart is so hard you
cannot have a fellowfeeling for nay
weakness" he pleaded, meekly for
him.
The girl flashed a half contemptuous
glance from under her level brows. .'At
least, my heart isn't made of butterv'
she retorted, while the little fingers
worked on with vexed swiftness. II
ask you frankly, Eustace Winthrop,
when you have got through all your
dirtatiOns, and meet the woman you
can really love and honor, how much
Of your heart will be left to give her?
About as much as a half-penny bit will
cover! The rest will have been given
away piecemeal. And l tell you, If
she is a woman worth the name, she
will not give you her large, true heart
for your wornout, half-penny bit of a
ene!''
He sat up alertly enough now; the
laughter had all died out of his eyes.
do you really think what you say,
Elizabeth? Because if it is true am
in no end Of fix"
You deserve to be-" with that quick,
characteristic little nod of hers. 1.-The
best advice l can give you is to marry
. woman who has only half-penny
heart to match your own half-penny
bit, then you will not cheat her."
but the girl love isn't of the half
penny type of woman!'
'The girl you love? The scorn in
the clear young voice made him vince.
"You do not know the meaning of the
word! Men like you, with three differ
ent love affairs in as many weeks,
haven't 1t in them to lover
"But, Lizzie-"
A little frown had crept between the
I delicate brows, and one slippered foot
tapped the floor. you provoke me.
Eustace; you will not wake up to be
the noble man you might be; but daw-
die and play your life away. You play
At everything just as you play at love-"
Lizzie, II you give me up now, and
will not be my father confessor, as
you have been these five years, what
will become of me?'
you never follow your father con-
lessons counsel When you thought
you loved little Nettie, didn't tell you
what sweet wife she would make?
When you quarreled with Molly, and
came grieving to me, l told you to
apologize, for it was your fault and
you would not; and don't know when
you will meet such noble girl again.
Now, she would have made a man of
you! And Molly was the tenth-or was
It the eleventh.
Lizzie, love one now who is nobler
than Molly, and sweeter! Will you not
let me tell you about her? But them
ruefully-"I do not believe it would be
of any use!'
NO" decidedly as she folded her
work, and snapped the workbox lid; at
would not be of any use. You must
learn to be your own father confessor,
Eustace. There is little Nan with her
music roll; must leave you to give her
a lesson"
She smiled, half kindly, half sadly,
as she held out her hand to the knight
of the rueful countenance.
"And you really will not let me tell
you, Lizzieg
mo-, gently, but with quiet firm
ness, Il have advised you eleven times;
this twelfth time you really must settle
for yourself"
"in battled silence he watched her
walk from him. What other girl car
ried her head with such proud face.
Queen Elizabeth she truly was, as
The girls sometimes called her.
u But l do just wonder who it is
2ow," Elizabeth unused, as she sat by
little pupil counting the monoton-
It's, Nne, two. three" What pretty
g.. was there with whom he had not
auy oeen h,adly in love? And how
ns "ouio this last fancy live? Three
weeks or month? The little pupil
u wondered at the Inpatient tone of the
usually sweet voice, and tha trouhled
Knot between the delicate brows.
MISS Somers, | wish no., ,ron1d COO