The Jasper weekly courier. [volume] (Jasper, Ind.) 1858-1922, 1893-10-20

are the cruelest girl 1 ever knew.
don't believe you love me at ALL"
why. Of course l don't. Did you
think"
II think you have driven me 70 de-
spair And when the worst comes Just
say to yourself. This is my work
alone could have saved him, and I
wouldn't'r
Il shan't," said; hastily and inele
gantly. because 1t isn't; it won't be;
don't"
Phyllis, you little think what YOU
have done to-day. II you persist, you
nave deliberately destroyed mans
soul. Mems souls are in the hands of
women. Mine is in yours. What will
you do with it?'
As usual. was badly frightened. I
felt faint, but stood up and held out
both hands to him, saying tremblingly:
Il give it back TO you just as re-
ceived it, dare not undertake the re-
sponsibility. Make of it what yor
will"
lie crushed both my hands in his and
then flung them from him.
I'll go to the devil Them he said,
and-I think he kept his word.
One day came an offer from man
who had loved me ever since was a
little girl and who is the only lover
ever had who became my friend after
ward. II seems to me l must always
have known that he loved me, and he
is still SO unselfish and patient friend
that ! always think Of him as unchang-
ing. All that he said was:
Phyllis. we have gone this far in
life apart. Can't we go the rest Of the
way together" And when said No
and began to excuse myself he stopped
me:
Dear girl, don't say that to me. l
have loved you much too long and too
well not to know you. l understand
all you would say. Trust me as trust
you. and forget everything ever said.
except that my heart aches with love
for you. Remember that always
Shall we walk on?"
was SO dismayed by his abrupt dis
missal Of the subject that nearly fell
down instead. How convcntionality
helps one through a crisis
The last one was from q man at a
ball. On his dress coat. as he claimed
me for waltz, was = long white
thread ! smilingly called his atten-
ton to 1t and took it off. My sister
saw me. and knowing things were In
that interesting condition when a word
would precipitate matters, thought to
tease me by saying:
WHO is it that says il woman will
take the trouble to pick thread from
a mans coat, that man may have her
for the asking?" She laughed glee-
fully at our discontinue and hoated
away.
The first time we stopped to prone
made. my partner glanced down at mo
and there, caught in the flowers Of my
gown. was this same long thread. lie
bent down to take il off just as we
came to clearing among the dancers.
what are you doing?" said.
I'm picking threads off your coat"
he repeated, stepping in front of me.
will you?" thought he meant would
go on with the waltz. ! laid my
hand in his aud we melted into our
places.
did you understand?" he whispered.
Now, il is bad enough to have to re.
fuse a man on the sofa, but to have to
do il when you are in his very arms;
when. while he tells you over and over
that he loves you. he can emphasize
with hand pressure without reproof;
when every second you are impercepti-
bly, being drawn closer and closer. until
the wrctchcd truth dawns upon you
that the music and the dance are Sec
ondary things, and that in reality you
are being Rugged, actually Rugged by
a man whom you are rot going to mar
ry-you must resist the impulse to put
both hands against him and push with
all your might. You simply get tired
suddenly and are taken to your chap
erone. where at least you can refuse