Smyrna times., 1894-09-19
a moment, and he sealed his letter and
sent it away.

nave done honor to the captain of
hshlng smack. Where there had been
a shapely waist there was now a dis
tinct tendency to corpulency.
Heaven, man !" said his friend
Lawrence, what have you been doing
to yourself? You are positively fat, 5
ut is a judgement" answered Hor.
ace. You remember l wrote YOU about
my wife? 1 have lost her."
Lost her? Do you mean that Won
have misplaced her, forgotten where
she lives, or something ?"
mo; she has left me-"
A very fortunate thing,I should say
considering what you wrote me about
her."
Lawrence, l was a brute. She was
as much too good for me as if she had
been an angel. Why she should want
to leave me after consenting to marry
me is what 1 fail to understand. I
never told her there was to much of
her. How 1 offended her l can not
imagine; for l was behaving beauti.
fully-fOr me. But she told me a long
story about an aunt who wanted her to
go abroad, and who was rich and lived
here somewhere-a fairy story. | am
certain. But l was too weak to arpue
with her, and she went"
You can get divorce on the ground
of desertion."
Thanks. am not sure want one.
believe l come near to loving that
girl. She has temper of her own.apd
won't let any one run over her, but
she's true blue. And she's my wife"
Il believe the fellow is in love with
his own" was Lawrences comment.
and there the matter dropped.
When everybody was talking. last
winter, about the girl Vio!inist who
was said by the musical critics to be a
successor to the genius, Ole Bull, Hor-
ace Wingard was invited to a select
musicale where Miss Dysart was the
star OF the occasion. Horace had really
behaved admirably during the ordeal
OF the past three years. He had heard
from his wife, but he had found out
that the aunt was no myth; on the con-
trary, she was bOna.fide relative and
wealthy, and had taken his wife under
her protection. She not had applied for
divorce, nor had he, and none of his
friends with one exception, dreamed
that he was married man. But after
/ that evening upon which he met Nav
Dysart, he felt that a change had come
into his life, anu again he scored him.
self mentally for marrying that "moun,
! tain OF fiesh.h There was a GIRL thin
almost to transparency, wiry and ath-
letlc, yet as natural and graceful in
every movement as a child or an artist
| should be. When she tucked that in.
sensate bit of wood under her little
pointed chin, and swept the strings
with her bow, moving rapidly her long,
slender arm. he gave sigh of desire
Tor the beautiful, attenuated PLAYER.
And on subsequent meetings he became
madly in love. Like Byron he adored
thin women, and here was one who
could be literally bone of his bone. But
hOld-he had no bones; or, if he had,
they were so covered with adipose
flesh that they were an unknown ouan.
tity. He reviled himself for getting
fat, until the thought occurred to him
that as people liked their oppostes il
might be possible that she would look
upon his too solid flesh with an
approving eye.
On the strength of this hope he had
a lawyers letter sent TO his wife asking
her consent to a divorce.
He intended to conduct all things
properly and make no sign until he
was a free man. But man proposes
and the little god of love disposes. He
was left alone in a conservatory with
the fair violinist, who played him the
Last Rose of Summer" with such a
burst of exquisite melody that he lost
his head.
II love you, Miss Dysart, l adore
you. Will you be my wife ?"
He was answered by a volly of rip
pling laughter, full of mocking quality
that was most exasperating.
Marry you P'' gushed the thin and
fairy-like May; "yOu?-why, Mr.. Win
gard, you must weigh half ton. No
no | could never marry a fat man
ha ha W
You mock at my misfortune" he
said, between his teeth.
"Oh, can't you help it? Then you
are not a selfmade man-ha! ha!
How ridiculous we should look so
tragically thin, and you, so pathetically
fat" and she laughed again and COW
cred her beautiful eyes with her dainty
| DlCLuIG.
Then you refuse to marry me ?"
asked Horace, who knew his own value
in the matrimonial market-wh hen he
should be in it.
Il do. refuse absolutely and with
out reservation to marry you, now or
ever. And if you would prolong your
life l would really advise you as a
friend to adopt some anti-fat measures
of safety"
Horace withdrew himself from this
toTture-chamber session, and at once
sent word to his lawyer to stop all pre-.
ceedings for divorce. He then wrote
suppliant letter to his wife and sent it
of by way of her home, telling her of
the latest episode in his life and asking
her to come back and take care of him,
adding pathetically that the fever of
unrest in which he was living needed
topics and nursing as much as that
other fever In which she had show her
self so wise and sympathetic. He had
signed it, Your husband, Horace"
and waited with real anxiety for an
answer
1t came in due time. A card was
sent up to his room. 1t read
MRS. HORACE wINGARD.
He hurried down to the stately parlor
where his wife was waiting for him,
with a grandiloquent feeling that he
loved her regardless of avOirdupOis,
and he saw there before him the grace
ful figure of May Dysart aud heard her
say:
II have dieted down to it, and so
must you as soon as l can take you in.
And did you. like it when your own
wife refused to marry your"
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