Wood River times. [volume] (Hailey, Idaho) 1882-1915, 1893-11-21

see you are contented now. / wonder
why you women all lose your hearts with
the same man. saw that little Verina
girl gazing at Ken yesterday with her son i
IN her eyes. I'd stake my last dollar that
II ne threw a word at her she would be as
madly In love with him as Grit is with
| her. ''-
Mademoiselle's foot began tapping
again.
Tell me. Kinsey, is that girl nicer Is
| she not mere child?"
Yes; Grit is her lover" was the lazy
response.
DO you think she cares for him:"
cannot tell, never having asked
But you should know if any one does.
Oh, what q fool q woman is to love any
man! hate You ALL"
!. So it seems, laughed Mr.. Kinsey.
You may laugh. but I do. And il they
40 not come soon I'll send You home and
shut them out. am tired out with this
disgrsceful waiting"
Having delivered this threat. made
moiseile began pacing the floor and pluck
ing the swans down with which her
dress was lined, and which ended the
corsa2e and diminutive sleeves. The wav.
ing jacqueminot roses in her golden hair
and resting on her shoulder filled the air
with perfume as she placed one white
]eweled hand on the managers arm, to
rouse him from the ievery in which he
had fallen.
How stupid of them not to come" she
calculated, fretfully. Il don't see how
Kenneth Byrne dares be SO late, and why
he is not here! I feel hungry and tired.
And you-you sit and stare straight be-
fore you as If you had not an idea,
wish you would rouse yourself, and en-
terrain me. What are you thinking
about?"
About the jolly row there would be if
my wife only knew l was here" replied
Mr.. Kinsey, with laugh. without ex-
ception, do think she is, really and
truly, the simplest woman know"
is she jealous9" asked the actress,
smiling.
Jealous? why certainly not; q con.
ceited woman is never jealous, and nv
wife believes there is no one in the world
equal to herself. Her egotism is beauti-
for it makes her SO perfectly comfortable.
while every other woman would be
wretched in her place."
The actress liked to hear about domes.
tic unhappiness.
It made her more content with her own
rather hard lot.
So she smiled approvingly at her
friend. She was glad to think women
out of the art world suffered, as we'll as
those who had jeopardized the more
peaceful pleasures OF life for fame. She
half questioned:
Il suppose Mrs. Kinsey would not be.
!ieve il, If any one took the trouble to in
form her that you are not madly in love
with herr" She wished to lead him on to
tell her more about his life, you see.
Certainly not; yet she is almost re-
pulsive to me; so conservative, uninter-
esting, and tiresome. One of the women
who won't let you smoke in her par lor, or
take glass of wine, or go to a place Of
amusement. Kind of moving statue,
yet always finding fault. I'm rather a
sociable man myself, and if should
mention card-party. or musical party,
or dancing party, she would not speak
to me for weeks; and, it is an honest
fact, l dread to go home at night"
Mademoiselle laughed, not that she
was at all bad hearted. but it did seem SO
nice to find other people had troubles az
we'll as herself. She asked:
How did you happen to marry herr"
why, she was Kenneth's sister, and
supposed pleasant, nice girl. She was
always very quite, to be sure, but silence
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his wife. knew she would have plenty
of money, and proposed and was ac-
copied, in spite of the old woman-you
ought to see that old woman-whew! she
is character. 1 tell you she made it hot
for me the first year Of my married life.
You know Lucy and the old lady think
am almost heather, on account of my
business"
Il suppose that grieves you very
much.
"Of course; only wish Lucy would
cut and vanish, and leave me free from
the sight of her ugly face" sighed the
man, with an air of truth.
Again mademoiselle smiled.
If she is ugly, am sure she is fool"
she said. Nowadays there is no need for
a woman to be ugly, for with the assist
ance of hair-dye and paint, and French
dressmaker, any one can be pretty, and
ought to be. /"
She paused abruptly. A servant had
approached with silver waiter in his
hand. She lifted the card on it, then
petulently threw it downs
She was in an impatient mood.
Griffith Byrne!" she exclaimed. dis
painfully; then added, show him up.
OF course, he would come first"
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