The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1893-11-11

marry her to morrow if it wasn't for
one thing-she's minus the stuff.
She's living with Ter uncle, the stock
broker-you know old Tinker don't
you2-but he won't give her anything,
OF courses he got five of his own to
provide for, and Dulcle's an orphan
and mas nothing of her own. If she
had anything at all-say $4,000 or so
I'D let Miss Gltedge slide without
shiver. But it won't do Miss G's an
helress, they say, to not less than a
cool 100000. I've looked into it
pretty carefully, on the q. t., and I'm
satisfied that there's at least that much
in sight. In fact it's more than that if
anything. l wouldn't be surprised to
find after she's landed, that she's got
double that amount. But then you
see she's got an awful temper, and that
makes it bad. She's good looking
enough at least she gets herself up in
great shape-A I style, and all that
but you see, | never did fancy tall,
thin woman myself. It's too much
that way with me. But she's dead gone
on me, Billy, old boy-maybe she isn't
though and she don't care cont.
mental who knows it, either. l do wish
l could like her but l can't honestly.
Whenever l try to thilk about her, up
rises the picture OF Dulcie's pretty little
mug. and, by Jove! I'm dished right
away. What is fellow to do in such
a quandry as this.
Why, il it were |, Kingston, l should
certainly marry the girl l loved, if l
married at all. But could you support
her, if you had her1
That's just it l couldn't support
her, in the-er-syle OF life I'm accus-
toned to at ALL We should have to
take rooms at a second rate hash house
and l should have to 60 to work in
some blessed place or other and be
steady and all that, you know, which l
couldn't stand.
Well, then, marry the rich one, said
|, earnestly. I'll agree to be satisfied
if you will.
But don't care about her at all
I'll be devilish unhappy know shall;
she's got such an internal temper. If
l could only marry her money and
Dulcie's body and soul continued
Kingston, rising and walking about the
room distractedy.
And then he ran over the entise, SUBJ
ject again after. the manner of his kind.
Finally gave him my advice Sob
erly:
Since you ask it, Kingston, you shall
have it. Go and marry Miss Dulcie
and settle down to happy and con-
tented life. Change your habits and
life for use instead of merely for orna-
ment. The man who really loves
woman will be content with any lot
which gives him peace, good home
and her. l really believe, my boy,
that such a woman as Miss DulcIe
would be the making of you.
Well, I'll study on it, said he, as
he sauntered out, combing his whiskers
thoushtfully. Next day ! was honored
;ith anot.--r visit. Kingston was irre-
proachably gotten up, as If to go out.
I've made up my mind, Drummord
said he, drawing on his gloves.
All!
Yes; Ive-er-decided in favor of
Miss Giltedge. I'm going up there
now-this afternoon. She loves me,
YOU know, and all that, though don't
love her, my boy. Put her Doodle in
the scales and she draws to me-seef
Ia, ia, old boy.
About 10 O'Clock next morning
Kingston sauntered into my room in
his silk dressing gown, all corded and
tagged, and with disheveled hair.
I'm sorry did it, after all.
Then you proposedP
Yep; and now it's all over. 1 wish
I'd taken your advice. She wouldn't
have me, Billy.
You astonish me ! l cried, with
gentle sarcasm.
| feel as # I'd wronged poor little
DuIcie, he continued, dismally.
never ought to have allowed myself to
play off on her.
St-aeed never know it, Hal, said l.
It's better as It is, oid db5oyy-Eor boy your
sake, I'm sincerely glad of it. Now,
be a man; marry the girl you really
love, and be happy. l shall have
hopes of you yet.
IN do it, SAID he; I'll offer myself
tomorrow. By Jove, I'll do it to-day.
Au revoir, contrere I'm going to dress
Immediately.
He went out whistllng "Sweet Orange
Blossoms"
Late in the afternoon my door
slowly swung on its hinges, but no one
entered. Looking up saw pair OF
eyes gazing through the crack at me.
Is that you, KingstonP said |. l
am here, Lagardere, he responded in
theatrical tone.
Come in, said l, or shut the door.
The door was slowly closed; it open
ed again, and Kingston put his heod
in.
She wouldn't have me either, said he.
haven't seen him since.
A Canadian preacher says the time
will come when no man can tell lie
There will be no politicians, drummer
H.,