Wood County reporter. [volume] (Grand Rapids [i.e. Wisconsin Rapids], Wis.) 1857-1923, 1894-12-20
Continued.

Are YOU never IlItu' Sdlu i0i nus
pand. as he was pouring some wine
into a little silver cup.
"Never! | don't remember ever once
having been tired"
Looked at from the carnal mind OF
chaperon. that was rather nul-
sance. wasn't itT'
1T was; Lady Mary suffered GOOD
deal from it. | used to try to accom-
modate myself to her in this matter
and to look tired, but | never could
manage it..
Have another sandwich!
She went on i'll reflective way as
she ate it:
1T is wretched thing generally.
for Il woman to be absolutely untlre-
able very strong woman is docKed
of half the privileges of her sex IL
YOU notice the stock devoted husband,
ae has always a sickly creature )f a
wife to devote himself tor one that
poses as sickly-or if her body isn't
sickly. her brain IS. You hardly ever
find a woman quite sound IN NINA ana
limb and intellect, with an absolutely
unselfish husband, ready to think all
things for her, and to dance attend
anca on her to all eternity. Helpless
ness IL such supreme tlattery. J tell
you, the modern man doesn't like IN
tcllect any more than his fathers De-
core him did, If it comes home 100
much to him"
''\oI SicklineSS and sOftness of brain
don't. however, appeal equally to all
men"
81 suppose not; but the things they
carry In their train do. The para
stical. gracious, leaning ways. the
touch Of pathos and pleading those
are tile things | should look for If
were a man, they charm me Infinitely.
Then that lovely craving for SYM
pathy, AMI that delicious feeling of in
security they float in, which make the
touch Of Wrong hands a Heaven sent
boon tc them-those women, you see,
strcW incense in your path and they
get it back in service. When one hears
of Il devoted couple and IS called on
to admire with bated breath, | never
can till | have dug out the reason of
this devotion ! hate sticking up peo-
pie on pnnacles, and then having to
knock them down like Il pair of nine
pins"
'IlerO worship isn't your tap evil
IDENTIFY, but if one makes Il principle of
never smelling Il flower or eating
fruit until one has ascertained the
manure used in its growth, one gets
put off Il lot BY the way, | haven't
noticed any marked symptoms of men
tai or physical decay in you, and yet.
God knows and can possibly score up
the number of your lovers they GER
tanly were beyond all human compu-
tation.'
She flashed quick untranslatable
look ut him and smiled.
MY lovers? They weren't lovers at
ALL they were explorers, experimental
philosophers. They had the same
strong yearhing for me that a bot
aniSt has for a blue chrysanthemum or
yellow aStcr If Il man could sue
ceed i'll getting this thing he would
go mad over it and put it in the best
house in his grounds for all his neigh
borS and friends to admire, but do you
think he would love it like an Ordi-
nary sweet red rose that he can gath
en- and smell, and caress. and bury
his nose in, and wear near his heart
Not he!
'Do yoH think one of these men
ever wanted to touch me-" she went
on calmly, taking little sips of wine,
'Or to ruflie the hair round my fore
head which is their invariable habit
in novels, or to lay his hand on my
bare ShouldCr-they do that. too, l
have read-or to clasp me to his breast,
the climax to these pretty little Gus
toms of theirs? Goodness! And i'm
agne my feelings if one had! But
they didn't even want to; and yet
rhCy We're my slaves. to do with pre-
1iScly rs | liked
when | was in the thick of it |
hought | could not live without all
this, yet it was disappointing on the
whole, | believe. | remember wishing
now and then that l could fiirt like
other girls, and make men make pal
pablC fools of themselves for my sake
1t looks such Il very delightful pas
time! | have seen plain girls look
positively quite beautiful when en-
gagged in it. The under current of
heaps of girls lives. upon which it
seems TO me all the rest is built up.
is 4 sort of Simmering. unconfesSed.
vague longing for the sensation of
being caught and kissed like the lit
tie brown maid in the old rhyme:
not in general vulgar way. but in
well-bred particular way 1t is a
quite incomprchenSiLle sensation to
me"
"Probably. It's natural all the
same" he said looking at her eyes
which regarded him curiously. land
Nature is such a vindictive grasping
beast it is as we'll not to run counter
to her. or she will have limb for limb y
II wonder what limb of mine she
will want?"
''Oh you, she'll trip you up in your
own coils somehow! Fill you with AN
ovcrpowering desire to be caught and
kissed" he said with short laugh.
and have no one handy to do it."
''Oh. then she must make me over
AGAIN.
She stood up and looked down over
'he gloomy valley.
What is it to be natural. l wonder?
| don't know"
'Time will tell Won all about II