Weekly expositor. (Brockway Centre, Mich.) 1882-1894, 1893-06-23
Love in Lodgings
by FLORENCE WARDEN.

why" said he, "if my grandfather
had left us all his money l should not
have come into more than five hun
dred a year. AS it is, 1 can't look
forward to more than half that be-
sides my pay, and you know how little
that isi'
Linda sighed. IF I could only
cook and make my own frocks, like
that clever Annie Hutchinson, instead
of being unable so much as to sew
button on without making my fingers
sore for a weekr
Temple broke in warmly.
"Ugh" said he, in a tone of great
disgust, II should hope not. Icouldn't
endure a wife with forefinger like a
nutmeg crater, or one whose thoughts
were always in the kitchen. And as
for cleverness, you are ten times more
accomplished than that girl. She
can't either play or paint; she has
told me So"
"And !, after all the hours / have
spent practicing, and all the masters
l have had, can't play as we'll as a
fifth-rate professional; and l have
seer better sketches than l could do
sold for a shilling apiece!"
"Of course. But you are not pro-
fessional. If you had to grind at art
for living, where would be the
pleasure? My ideal of lady is
woman to whom everything in life is
a pleasure, because she can take it
easily and skim the cream of things.
And the pleasure she feels radiates to
those around her. Now cooks and
needlewomen and professional artists
are very good things in their way, but
they are not the same thing"
Papa is exactly of your opinion.
Only he says that such women are
expensive Injuries.
"Luxuries are always expensive, or
they would cease to be Injuries. Look
here. Linda. do you care enough about
me TO wait for meP"
"Ye-es, but don't keep me too long
waiting. Because women are not
like wine, they do not improve with
age; and by the time / am we'll
matured you might take a fancy to a
fresh brand.
Don't joke about it as II you
couldn't trust me. I'm going to leave
the army. and do something to make
money"
What! Give up your career! That
Is ridiculousw
''No, it's not Look here, Linda,
I'm in earnest. The army is all very
well for a genius, or an idiot, or a
man with lots of money, who cares
for nobody but himself. II he's a
genius he has plenty of time to let
people know it. II he's an idiot be
can keep quiet and nobody will
notice it. II he's rich and idle,
he can enjoy himself. But for a
man who loves a girl as / love you,
and who wants to have her and
TO make her happy, it's out of the
question. I'm not man of iron or
anything of that sort. So I'm Just
going to give it up. and be brewer,
or a merchant, or anything in fact
that can make money by"
"And waste all your educationp"
Education must be very bad if il
can ever be wasted" said Temple,
sententiously. "Say you're a brewer.
If you're an accomplished French
scholar, you can open a trade with
France. If you're a mathematician,
you can count up your profits your
self, and they can't cheat you"
"And how about Latin and Greekp"
"You can call the things you adul-
terate your beer with Greek names,
and then your customers won't know
they're being poisoned.
Don't be brewer. Temple, it's a
horrid trade; it does so much harm. 81
mot if | were the man of iron,
which unfortunately / am not. A
brewer who sent out perfectly pure
beer and succeeded in having it re-
tailed in the same condition, would
do more for the condition OF the
laboring classes than all your philan-
thropists and all your politicians.
Don't say my philanthropists and
my politicians don't care for any
thing but soldiers. I've been
brought up among them, and I've al
ways said l would marry one"
Temple looked rather crestfallen.
"Do you love the profession better
than the man, then, Lindap"
She avoided his eyes, and persisted
in looking with few thoughtful little
wrinkles in her white forehead, out
to sea.
Ill really don't know. must
think 1t over"
Now, although Temple would not
believe that she was quite In earnest,
he felt this rebuff keenly. He walked
along very quietly by her side for the
short distance that remained, trying
In vain to catch n kindly glance.
At the gate she put out her hand
quickly. still without looking at him.
"Goodby," she said.
"Good-by," said Temple, hoarsely.
Then OBTAINING her hand in strong
grip, he went on; you're not going
to leave me like thatp'
"Like whatp"
''As II were-anybody, just an or