Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1894-06-23
SHE CALLED EN- CATERS"
And the Word Cut Deep Into Purse
Proud Carlyle StanhOpe's Heart.

And the Word Cut Deep Into Purse
Proud Carlyle stanhope's Heart.
From the Detroit Free Press.
Night had come agaiI-gentle, peaceful
night. The hooking bird hid his head be-
meath his wing and slept. while the FREELY
got out and began to hustle TO make up for
lost time, and bugs as big as hunks OF mud
wen: booming around in search Of prey.
Under the apple trees in full blossom was
stretched q 81 hammock bought on the in
stallment plan, and in this hammock re-
clined the aristocratic Evelyn Throckmor-
ton. She was not alone. Beside her stood
the purse-proud Carlyle Stanhope. 1t made
his tired knees wabble to be standing
around there, but he gave no sign. he
came Of a race which would perish on the
spot but never crawfish. Besides he was
there that evening to ask and receive
answer to q question which had tremen-
dous bearing on his future. 1t was not "
ask her hand in marriage; that he had al
ready done weeks before. and after ascer-
tanning that he never descended to attend
such vulgar events as spelling Schools
husking bees and 'lasseS candy-p she
had placed her happiness in his keeping.
On the wings of rumcr, lying through the
air unseen. had come To MIN statement
ShArpeneu up Oy Silhoef lac "ooio A'os
believe II. IL was too impruba bie-too mon
strous-too nenoish tor credence. And yet
he could NOT throw IL into the waste baS-
ket and go on living, as an editor uoeS
iU-rOd poem. He could not rest content
until her own ruby lips mad allrmed or
denied the rumor. Ana SO, as he stood be-
side her, In the SoItneSS or the summer
evening, his knees wabpnng to The res
swing OF the hammock, ne gently muir
INJURED:
Eva. we love each other, don't we?'
Cert" was her curt but tender reply.
not about your age. You won't get mad
will your
"Or course not What is it?'
Eva, darling, suppose you were at the
hungry? Supposed you wanted some more
mashed tubers? what would be your form
Of asking for them""
Carlyle Stanhope. are you toying with a
young girls hearth she tiercely demanded.
as she glared at him through the darkness
''Oh! no! no! heaven forbid!' he feelingly
exclaimed.
''Mebbe you think 1 would commit a fox
pass?"
Never. Such a base thought never en-
tered my mind. 1t Is simply to decide a
wager. you know. Forgive me. darling. and
we Will let the subject drop"
she sat up in the hammock and looked at
HIM in q dangerous way. III l were eating
at q table wnere they had 'taters mashed
or whole. baked or fried and l wanted
smore. think have sense enough to ask.
Explain your conduct sir?'
"'Taters." he faltered. as his face turned
as white snow.
Yes. Eaters. You don't suppose I'd ask
for Goldfish. do your
A wild. weird shrek leaped out on the
balmy night 1t was Carlyle Stannope VINO
uttered It, The rumor that had reached his
ears had been confirmed. Aye more than
confirmed. With his own ears he had heard
the naughty Evelyn Throckmorton call EN-
taters' and repeat For a moment after
uttering that Shrek. which told of a soul
wrecked and lost. he stood and looked at
her with horror portrayed on every line Of
his aristocrauc face. Then he turned and
staggered away-staggered-w abbled-lurch-
ed and stumbled, and the darkness swal-
lowed him up forever and forever.