Waterbury evening Democrat., 1894-06-08
TOO MUCH.
When She Said Eaters" 1t Was More Than
He Could Stand.

| He Could Stand.
| Night had come again-gentle, peaceful
| night. Tho mocking bird hid his head be-
meath his wing and slept, while tho FREELY
got out and began to hustle to make up
for lost time, and bugs us big as hunks of
| mud went booming around in search of
prey. Under tho apple trees in full bios
som was stretched II 50 hammock bought
ON the insrallment plan and in this ham
mock rtclincd the aristocratic Evylyn
| Throckmorton. She was not alone. Be-
side her stood the purse proud Carlyle Stan
hope, 1t made his tired knees wabble to
| DO standing around there, but he gave no
| sign. He came of n race which would per
| ish ON the spot, but never crawfish. Be
sides he was there that evening to ask and
receive tho answer to aqucstion which had
| a tremendous bearing on his future 1t
| was not to ask her hand in marriage.
That he had already done weeks before,
| and after asccrtaining that he never de-
sccnded to attend such vulgar events as
spelling schools, husking bees and lasses
candy pulls sho had placed her happiness
| in his keeping.
On the wings of rumor, flying through
| the air unseen, had come to him u state
ment that stabbed him like carving knife
just sharponed up by II grinder. He would
| not believe it. 1t was too Improbable, too
| monstrouS, too ticndiSh for credence. And
yet he could not throw 1t into the waste
basket and go on living, as an editor does
II 40 rod poem, He could not rest content
until her own ruby lips had affirmed or
| denied the rumor. And so, aS he stood
| beside her in the softness of the summer
evening, his knees wahbling to the regular
| swing of tho hammock, he gently muir
| murrd;
| Eva, wo love each other, don't wc?''
"Ccrt" was her curt but tender reply
| IL want to ask you question. 1t is
| not about your age. You won't get mad,
| will youf'
OF course not. What is its"
Eva, darling, suppose you were at the
dinner table, Suppose you wero very, very
| hungry. Suppose you wanted some moro
mashed tubers. What would be your form
! of asking for thomF'
Carlyle Stanhopc, are you toying with
| II young girl 5 heart?' she tiercely demand
| ed rs she glarcd at him through the dark
| ness
"Oh, no, no! Heaven Forbid" he feel
| ingly exclaimed.
Mobile you think l would commit II
! fox pass"
Never! Such baso thought never en-
| tervd my mind, 1t Is simply to decide
| wager, YOU know. Forgive me, darling,
| and we will let the subject drop"
No. we won't!' she rcsolutcly replied
rs she sat up in tho hammock and looked
| at him i'll u dangerous way. If We're
eating ut table where they had tatcrs,
mashed or whole, baked or fried, and l
| wanted s'more, 1 think I have sense
enough to ask Explain your conduct,
sir!''
"Tatcrs!" he faltcrcd as his face
turned as white as snow.
Yes, tatcrs! You don't suppose I'd ask
for Goldfish, do you?'
y wild, weird shrek lcapcd out ON the
balmy night. 1t was Carlyle Stanhopc
| who uttered it. The rumor that had
reached his ears had been confirmed. Ago,
moro than contirmcd With his own ears
he had heard the naughty Evylyn Throck
morton call EN- Eaters and repeat!
For II moment after uttcring that shrek,
which told of u soul wrecked and lost, he
| stood and looked at her, with horror por-
trayrd on every line of his aristocratic
face. Then he turned and staggered away
-Staggrr,u-- wahhlvd-lurhrU and stun
blcd, and the darkness swallowed him up
forever and forVCr!-Dctroit Free Press.