The Wichita daily eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1890-1906, 1893-03-10

fattering and agreeable, but sc wasn't
business She turned the subject; 1t
| had no special interest for her in Sc
rious way.
One Gay her mother made dis
covery and communicated it to the
| father.
Father" she said. cautiously, shave
you noticed anything unusual about
Lucille?S
The old gentleman was deep in that
article on tin plate which Mr.. Snoggle-
son had left for him. and he came down
to the trivial details Of life with q little
shock
God bless me-" said he. "How you
startle me. What's the matter with
Lucille?''
''She has taken Mr.. Snoggleson's ear
rings off,"
HAS she? Well, she'll put them on
| again when she gets ready, suppose"
"She doesn't wear Mr.. Rulque's ring"
''Good taste, I'm sure It's too big. :"
''She went to church witsout Mr..
Mellowstone's prayer book yesterday"
Under this cumulative evidence the
father laid down his paper and began
to look serious. "Who is it? Huy-
hng?'
NO"
''Dartover?'
"No."
"You don't mean to say de Loonay
has come back?"
mo"
The father became solemn and pushed
the paper away. SIS there somebody
else?'
''Must be.
"Why?"
Different expressions to her eye.
Sings in her own room Keeps her
bureau drawers locked Never did it
before. Listens over the stair rail
when the postman whistles. Some
thing never saw her do ia All her life.
Hasn't she chucked you under the chin
yet?"
'tChucked me under tho chin? No
What does that mean?"
means that she knows something
that you don't and feels sorry for you"
docs she chuck you under the CHM
''She did, but it didn't work. She's
in love; Eve noticed 1T in her hair.''
Good gracious! Is love like tobacco
smoker
mo. it's like butter-mold. Some
body has told hsr he didn't like her
hair frizsled."
He must be young and impatient
Why, Snoggleson never presumed to do
such thing as that, and she thinks
great deal of Snoggleson-"
Eyes, she's taken to thinking good
deal of Mr.. Snoggieson within a week.
Wouldn't you like cup of chocolate,
Mr. Snoggleson? and wouldn't you like
the big easy chair. Mr.. Snoggleson?
and can't l stay and hear about tin
plate, Mr.. Snoggleson? Bah! When
girl begins to store up lot of happi-
ness of her own she can afford to
sprinkle Mr. Snoggleson with some of
it."
As this excellent woman of discern
ment had suspected. the crisis had
arrived
The beauty who was armor-clad
against wealth and ,.fire-proof against
personal charms had weakened with
out reason and without protest and
begun to sing small hanelujahs in her
heart ON account of a socially unrecog-
nized. morally unaccredited, physically
unrecommended and financially I'M
backed young man who had large emo
tons, fine quality of voice and
salary of twenty dollars week.
So, you see, was right in calling it
''the same old thing" L, was ALSO
lutely the traditional business by tape
measurement They purred in the
back parlor; they whispered inthe bay
window; they te-he'd on the lounge;
they soto voced over the piano; they
had grips and passwords in the hall
way after looking up the stairs. TWAS
sheer nonsense 20 attempt to hoodwink
m,ther. Now. father never sus-
poets until 1t is too late. But mother
follows the development inch by inch
She notices that this fellow always
shuts the door at night very softly. All
the other fellows slam il with frank
avowal that there isn't any COLLISION.
She notices that Lucille doesn't like
the glaripg Zig ut any more. Shesno.ices
that when the other visitors art in the
parlor she can hear the tones of the.
conversation in her room overhead.
But with this one not even the register
helps her. She has come down the
stairs softly and listened at the door
this is sacred privilege of mothers-
and she hasn't heard word Could it
be possible that there were great gaps
IA the conversation. and that these
young people found some kind of
esoteric delight in staring mutely at
each other? Inductively mol
mother not only uses the Baconian
method-sne remembers. They are
whispering. Why should they whis-
per,
There are some privileges reserved
for Us which even . mother cannot ex-
eroise. We can look On Enter, dear
deadhead, into the temple of tradition
and sit down On the shrine of the Old.
old story"
Lucille Is dangerously lolIing In the
rocker
In front of her and very close TO her