Mineral Point tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1869-1938, 1893-02-25


father, when this has been going On
for q month He takes beauty on his
knee, and he, roo, does the regular
thing.
He objects. He says. Ny dear, don't
do It. I've Investigated it, It win not
wash. It's romance, passion, Illusion.
The material is Eighty and elusive and
susceptible. Marry Suoggleson and
III be responsible"
intended 10 have stopped this nc
count Of a love affair in real life right
here and offered a prize 10 the girl who
could finish it correctly, but when 1
bethought me that every girl would flu
isl it with her sympathies and not with
her judgment and would make it end as
she wanted it, and not as it was, said:
"What is the use? The thing to do in
a newspaper is TO come to the facts
Wen, manly enthusiasm planned love
in q cottage. Claude laughed fathers ID
scoln. Beauty thrilled and palpitated.
The murnur of tropical waves, moonlit,
breathed for another month.
Yes, and Won run away from DR..
Mallowbone and told nartovcr you had
a headache-that was the best of all.
eyes" cried candor clapping her
hands together, Just because I wanted
to listen to you"
"And you did listen, too. DO you re-
member what said3"
NO, say it again"
Il told you that I loved you; that I
was poor, but I preferred TO start poor
and achieve something if I had some
body to achieve it for; that when I
saw you l felt like a conQuerer; that you
had hung your amulet on my better
nature; that / wouldn't have you unless
| could win YOU and I wou.,.n win you
unless l could deserve you. Do you know
what you saidY'
NO, l didn't say anything"
Yes, you did. You said you'd let me
try-it was such an interesting expert
ment. I told you I'd stand afar OFF
and worship you till I proved it all"
"Oh! but you haven't You have not
kept your word. Do you call it far off
nOw?" Why 1 can hear your heart
beat"
Are you sure it's miner
Silence. They are listening.
Which is itY'
DO you know, it sounds like both Of
EN-
There are some privileges reserved for
US, which even mother can not ex-
ercise. We can look on. Enter, dear
dead head, into the temple Of tradition
and sit down on the shrine of the old,
old story
Lucille is dangerously lolling in the
rocker.
In front Of her and very close to her
upon a low chair is the impudent ira
ditonalist, who is working the strings
Of the old Lutte
Think Of it, $50 u week His very
sleeve buttons are plated. But that
right royal beauty, who can marry q
section Of Wall street, who has in1u-
ence, power, social prestige, talent in
a queue behind her yainly trying to In
tercst her, is listening with delight to
this fellow who hasn't anything.
And this is what he is saying in the
most dove-like tones:
My dear, fathers don't count If you
have one that settles it. We make our
fight without another soul on earth to
help us. 1t has always been so. Do
you remember that night on the lawn at
Lenox, when we sat under the trees
and we heard the music from the house
and moonlight made the pine trees
look as If they were snow sprinkled?"
ooh, wasn't it lovelyY" exclaims sus-
ceptbility. And the Madigan girls
looked just like nymphs when they came
out and fitted through the shrubbery"
Then, when everything was ready for
roses and rope ladders, Lucille married
Snoggleson.
She was a good obedient daughter,
and if you should 20 to their very fine
establishment you win find Snoggleson
reading that same article on tin-platc
in the library. But Lucille is not there
think she has gone TO the Patriarchs
ball with Charley DartOyer