St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1894-09-16
The Lovers Quarrel.
A VERY REAL STORY OF TWO VERY REAL YOUNG
PEOPLE, BY JOSEPHINE G. DOI4MAN.

Milly Benton and Herbert Partitt had
had desperate quarrel. SO desperate
and thrilling was it that rs he caught
up his hat and fled from the house
she called after him in tones OF eXasper-
alton: Don't dare to come here to-
morrow evening""
With crushing dignity he had retort-
ed: Il shall do exactly as | please!'
Then he stalked down street as
straight as the North Pole is commonly
supposed to be, and she went into the
parlor and shook her plump little fist at
the picture of "rhe Peacemaker," and
slaculated: HE makes me 50 croSs.'
The quarrel had commenced calmly
and insidiouSly.
The first words when the difficulty
started we're:
"You seem very light-hearteu this
evening"
His meaning was: "How can you be
DO frivolous and laughing after your
reprehensible conduct of last evening""
Her answer, in words was: 81 am
light-heartei. l have no cause to be
otherwise"
Her meaning was: "lf you think
that your bad humor is making me
miserable, you are very much mis-
taken"
As the conversation progressed the
meanings were more plainly expressed,
more BADLY cutting.
Finally, the rash man, standing by
the piano, declared:
"You have no consideration whatever
for me or my feelings"
"How dare you say that"
II always dare to speak the truth
hedecaimed, folding his arms and
standing in Napoleon-at-St. Helena
attitude.
MiIly jumped up from the piano stool
and waved her hands in his face. saying
wrathfully: "How dare you say l tell
falsehoods?"
Il did not so accuse you."
"You did,
"You are unreasonable as well as in
considerable. did not" he vociferated,
his temper rising with rush.
"You did. You did"
Mr.. Partitt marched to the door. to ok
his hat, and, as he reached the outer
uUOl, elUMlCo III HClSC
voice: ~ did not"
Then. as he tramped down the front
stoop, Milly had called:
Don't dare to come here tomorrow
evening"
And he had answered:
81 shall do exactly as l please"
The next day Mlly pondered over the
connection OF some horrible and ami
hilating method of reducing Mr.. Parfitt
to atoms. He was equally absorbed,
while at business. in deciding whether
it would be better to 90 in the evening
and crush her with his dignity and in
Jured demeanOr. or stay away. go to the
theater and thus PROSTATE her by his
absence.
1t was about o'clock when Milly
accosted her brother, who had such q
bad toothache that he was unable to
attend school that afternoon.
Charley, will you go on an errand
for me?'
"Naw!'' A look of intense suffering
passed over his face at her thoughtless
request.
"l'l give you quarter if you do"
"Oh; Why didn't you say so before .
Where's the quarter"'
Here" His fingers cIutched it.
"Now You go down to Fanny Andrews
oiIN NSh ~ SOhiN CFCliIlIS anu
bring her brother Dick along. an dIell
them to come early"
yep"
Some imp of Relial must have whis-
pered such plan into Milly's brain, for
Mr.. Partt was violently jealous of Dick
Andrews, and dettsted the very letters
i'll his name. So it was with a keen
sense of the wrath to come that Miss
Benton made these insidiOuS prepara-
tons for the evening. Her idea was to
use Mr.. Andrews as bolster to protect
her from the bad humor of Mr.. Parfitt, i
and also as a means of torment and
punishment richly deserved after Her.
bert's unbearable conduct of the night
previous.
Fanny was simply means of inviting
her brother.
Mr.. Parfitt came to the conclusion
tlat 1t was Just as effective and much
more satisfactory to be onthe field when
conducting crushing process. So,
with fight in his eye and dignity in his
carriage, he touched the button at the
Bonton residence that evening.
A look of intense disappointment
spread over his face as he entered the
parlOr. Instead of having AIilIv all to
himself, in order to reduce her to con-
tritenesS. there sat masculine inter-
loper by her side and the sister not very
far off. How could man get chance
to growl?
"Yes, indeed" Milly was saving TO
Mr.. Andrews, both sitting on the sofa.
al like brown stone houses very much"
II wish | was brownstone house"
said slim, little Mr.. Andrews, clasping
his hands
"Hushr' said Milly. "Somebody will
hear you" [She had perceived Mr..
Parfitt].
"Oh, good evening, Mr.. Parfitt," with
distant courtesy.
The checkmated lover bestowed a
gloomy nod on each one present, then
sunk on chair and gazed fiercelv at
Mr.. Andrews.
Miss Andrews was looking over pile
of amateur photographs, and Milly
turned to Destow all her attention upon
Dick.
Are you fond of photographs, Mr..
Andrews?" she asked.
'Of yours | am" Dick murmured,
rolling his melting brown eyes.
Mr. Parftt gurgled with rage and
passed it off with a cough as Miss
Fanny handed him a photograph, say
ing: Here's good picture of MtlIy.u
Mr.. Parfitt glared at the likeness and
retorted: Good! Never"
of yours. | am very fond" repeated
Dick, leaning towards Mily.
Don't be such dunkey," laughed
Milly, not without a stolen glance at
the upright and dgnified Mr.. Parfitt.
II mean, do you like to look at photo
graphs?"
II like to look at your photograph"
the irretrea.'ole Dick replied.
Here is cne to look at!'' Mr.. Parft