The Olneyville tribune. (Providence, R.I.) 1893-189?, 1893-09-16
uition. These foreigners can guess as

The first girl looked at him cautiously,
but with interest. 81 say, Clara" she
ventured, she has pretty eyes, hasn't he
for a manl Blue is dangerous
color, they say, but he looks as safe as q
life preserver, doesn't he?
Mr.. Hastings became very much inter
ested in his novel.
"For goodness sake, don't let him see
you looking at him." warned the other
girl, as she gazed intently upon the up
holstering Of the seat in front of her.
"If we want TO talk about him-and
there isn't anything else to talk about
we've got TO appear absorbed in some
thing else. Now, wait, and III look out
of the window beyond him, and while
gaze at the scenery I'll take him in"
The first girl concluded she would
concluded he would look at the girls. He
did SO, and on the instant three pairs
OF conscious eyes looked elsewhere.
"My," exclaimed the first girl, "what
did he ever look around forW
"Wanted to see US, Of COURSE" was
the logical reply. "He has probably
seen this scenery until he is tired Of look
ing at it,"
"I'll venture he hasn't seen himself
until he is tired of looking at himself" !"
said the first girl Ibid you notice
what little feet he has? Pretty patent
feathers, too. Do you know she went
on, "that big Drained men have big feet,
and vice versai"
Mr.. Hastings wished hear lily that he
wore No. Ia large. He was about to
drag his feet in out of sight, but be-
thought himself in time, and let the
patent feathers lie there helplessly before
the criticism OF his company.
IL suppose there are exceptions" said
the other girl. apologctically.
"Oh. OF course, but whether he is one
or not / have no means of Judging. See
If you can find out what book he is read
ing"
In spite of himself Mr. Hastings
moved, and in moving the book was
turned so that the girls could not see the
title.
They looked at each other question
ingly.
Mr. Hastings was absolutely uncon-
scious OF their existence.
"Pshawl" exclaimed the first girl,
"what did he do that for? lie wears
diamond ring on his first finger. Seel
Kind OF cluster, too. Wha: wretched
taste. Men in France have such horrid
taste in dress, anyway. Now, look at
that cravat. Maroon. Whoever heard
of maroon cravat to match blue eyes,"
Mr.. Hastings wondered what he was
there for, but didn't dare say anything.
"They ought to have their clothes
made in America" suggested the other
girl.
"Or marry American wives" amended
the first girl
"Not any for me-" contended the other
girl. "Its bad enough to have an
American for a husband, and foreigner
is simply past considering"
"But if he has titlep
"Quite the same, quite tho same.
What money | have can be expended
much more to my satisfaction than in
buying title with it unless it is title
to productive real estate"
Mr.. Hastings ventured glance at the
promulgation of such unexpected senti-
ments. She was undenably handsome,
and he wanted to look longer, but he
dared not
iHc ObiCl Siil BuNo u ohih
'Pshaw," she said, che smokes cigar
cites"
"That's a misfortune rather than q
fault" explained the first girl, and Mr.
Hastings subsidized into the corner. at
is weakness that we should pity, as
strongly as we condemn the man who
sells the cigarettes.
"Tll not discuss the question:" said
the other girl. "What interests me
more is how he can keep those whiskers
sharpened down to such point, with
out jabbing holes in his shirt front, as
he sits there crouohed down like that
n. Bonaparte. Esq"
Mr. Hastings was forced to smile, but
he kept his eyes on his book.
"The mean thing" exclaimed the first
girl, she's laughing at something in that
book. I'll bet a cookie he wouldn't
dare to read it to us. Those French
novels are horrd."
'Its all right for men to read them
though" moralized the other girl ut
doesn't hurt the men, no matter how
bad they are, but it would be better for
us girls not to read them, and still it
doesn't seem to make the men any less
tit companions for us, does itl"
Mr.. Hastings ventured another peer,
shut up the book, dropped it on the seat
next to him, and fixed himself for nap.
The first girl took Il quick glance at
the volume. 1t was one of Jules Vernc's.
"Why," she exclaimed, "look at that.
It's as harmless as spoonful of paregoric.
guess he must be regular mammals
boy"
Evidently she was disappointed in
either Mr.. Hastings moral tone or her
own lack of Judgment in her original
conclusion regarding his tastes.
ut is pity" condoled the other girl,
THAT he isn't quite up to the standard.
But don't be hasty. He's fixed himself
for nap, and we'll see if he snores.
Goodness gracious, snore from that
classic nose would be sacrilege."
"lf he snores." said the first girl,
stamping her foot, "lll lose all respect
for him. The idea of a man snoring,