Evening capital. (Annapolis, Md.) 1884-1910, 1892-01-23

ueing stopped by Canute and his men the
girl shall be yours Over and over again
90 lonked no at Husabv farm. u shall
my crisp eAnK notes except ioa
value received
felt little hustered st first. and
scarcely ventured to look around me;
Tor it seemed as il everybody must know
that was going to buy my wedding out
CT
IL attempt TO tell you anything about
the adventures Of that day. know
shau't succeed. Women could perhaps
understand how felt in that fairyland
OF those great circles of fashion that ex'
tt only in London.
bought the wedding dress; white rep
silk aud veil of tulle, suspended from a
garland OF orange blossoms; and ! se-
lected blue silk, and q peach colorel
silk, and maroon silk, and-dear mel
what is the use of cataloguing them all
Other girls have been brides elect before,
aud they'll know just how it was. And
as for those that haven't, just let them
wait until their turn comes.
And then, as the sun began to decline
on its westering way, l felt excessively
AMI unromantically hungry.
is there a nice ladies' restaurant near
here!" asked.
And one OF the shopmen went with me
10 the door to point out glittering es-
tabIishment, with its windows full of
dclcacies. Ientered and sat down, feel
ing very much as IL l were an impostor,
and ordered mock turtle soup, vesturing
ever so meekly TO glance around little
after the waiter had skimmered away.
Dickens says that walters never walk.
aud Dickens is always right And then,
for the first time, noticed superbly
dressed young lady one or two tables be-
yond, in lovely hat, with long, lilac
willow plume and hair like a shower Of
gold.
"Oh. how pretty she isl" thought l.
SLOW proud her lover must be of her!"
leaned forward the least bit in the
world to ses the young man in question.
Good Heavens! it was my Clarencel And
as l sat staring, completely concealed
from his ken by the golden hair aud the
lilac willow plume, could hear q light,
peculiar laugh.
"You have only yourself to blame for
it, Kate. he said. you wouldn't havo
me.
That's DO reason for throwing your.
self away, Is it?" she pouted.
She's a desperate old maid, said
Clarence; "old as the hills and twice ag
antiquated. But she has money. man
in my position has to look out for money,
you know, Kate. Would you like to see
her photograph"
Then the two heads were close together
for an instant, and the young lady's rip
pling laugh mingled with Clarencs's mel
| low tones.
"The idea OF carrying such thing as
that next your heart, said she.
"Itdoes seem rather outrageous, doesnf
it," said he. "But when we're once
married all that sort Of thing will be over.
I'll see that she finds her level.
"Yes, whenl" thought /, now thor
oughly disenchanted. And got up and
hurried out OF the restaurant, nearly
stumbling in my haste over the waiter
bearing on silver tray my mock turtle
soup.
"I-rve changed my mindl' said l.,
flinging q coin to him-to this day don't
know whether it was a shilling or a SOW
ereign. "Never mind about the soupl"
/ took the next train to Buttercup Hol-
low and wrote scathing note to Clar-
encc tlic same evening. Do you want to
know what was in it1 OF course. like
all womsn's letters, the best part Of it
was in the postscript.
"Our engagement is ut an end II. H..
@P. S.-Ths next time you exhibit a
lady's photograph in crowded restaur-
ant it might be well to examine your
neighbors
Clarence had some sense after all. He
never came near me with useless apollo
gies. Igave the wedding dress to little
Amy Miller, who was to be married in
October and couldn't afford trousseau.
suppose shall wear out the blue, the
peach color, and maroon in time. Oh,
forgot to say that Mrs. Richford was very
angry. 1t seems that Clarence had prom
ised to pay her hundred pounds that he
had borrowed of her when he got hold
Of my money. And am thankful from
the bottom Of my heart that ! still re-
main Hatty Hyde.