The Washington times., 1894-07-01
CONDENSED NOVELS.

CONDENSED NOVELS.
His hair rippled away from his brow, and
the true poetic fire shone in his eyes, al
though he was as yet salesman in shot
store.
..Sir," he exclaimed dramatically, "dear as
YOUR daughter is to me now, 1 feel that she
will be yet dearer."
The old man gazed upon his son-in-law in
pity.
NV boy" he rejoined, 81 should hasten to
cackle You just wait till her trousseau is
| worn out DearY Well, rather
The youth stood transfixed in a hypnosis oi
horror.-Detroit Tribune.
A young lady who was the recipient OF at-
tention from two young men equally eligible
in point of good looks, social position and
financial solidity. and entertained similar feel
ings for both, was in quandary as 10 which
to choose should they propose. friend to
| whom she coniided her difficulty suggested
that she should put both to some test to prove
the strength OF their affection. She took the
advice, and to the first who avowed his affec-
| f1on said
''You tell me that you love me. How do I
know that you are sincere? What would you
| do to show your loveI"
"Anything," replied the ardent lover. who
| had spice os romance in his disposition.
"Anything. l would go TO the worlds end for
you. l would endure any suffering for you.
would die for you. if necessary"
| Such ardent protestations brought the
bushes to her cheeks and thrill of happi-
ness to her and she thought that certainly no
one could love her more fondiy than he did.
She asked, however, for a little delay before
giving him an answer to his suit.
Meanwhile the other proposed, and she
questioned him in like manner.
.'Well," said he, ~ tell you what would
do to show you my love. II you marry me
you shall have good clothes to wear. will
see that you are always the owner OF a hand
some sealskin jacket, and that your hntsor
bonue,s are always III fashion. and will be u
faithful and loving husband to you.
but wouldn't you go to the worlds end
for me or any that sort of thing, you know
she asked ms she toyed with his coat buttons.
Il don't want to 90 to the worlds end, he
replied. 1--WE got nice paying business
here, and rs for dying for You I'd rather live
with you"
well" said she, as visions OF the sealskin
Jacket ahd fashionable bonnets flashed before
her mind. II think you can speak TO pa.
The practical wooer is the man for the
times.-Boston Home Journal.
to see that the world had dealt kindly with
the man. The room was sumptuously fur
nished and the man was well groomed.
Tenderly and with the reverential touch OF
one who is permitted to take in his hand
fragment OF some sweet saints robe, tue man
held in his soft and taperng fingers lock OF
hair "ODly woman's hair. blonde and
silkily soft. For long time the man sat in
silence, gazing at the little silken lock. once
he sighed and passed his hand over the tress
with a motion that the observer might nave
interpreted AS a caress. The sun sank lower.
till but a bit OF red rim showed above the
horizon like the sleepy eye OF laded de-
bauchee Twittering sparrows filled the tree
and their shadows on the thpestrled wall
seemed the dance of hobgo6iins. The man
looked out the window to the west as the sun
dropped behind cloud IS ii it had been
seized and dragged down TO darkness Ihe
eyes OF men assumed Il far-away expression,
his pupils dilating. III that chamoermaid.
SAID the man, don't quit using my comb and
brush III get another boarding house. and
that's all there is to it. it."-Indianapoiis
Journal.
He clowered lereely.
What
NO. John" she repeated. II shall not get
up and build the fire in the morning any
more"
For minute he ruminated bitterly.
At strikes me-
There was suggestion OF the dullness of
despair in his tones.
that is carrying your blamed mannish-
nee too far."-Detroit Tribune.
Jack Lawrence held the hand OF Guinevere
st. John in his, and they looked together into
the infinite blue OF a cloudless June sky, their
feet swinging gaily and in unison over the
side of the hammock. They were dressed IN
white duck, each with a'delicate robin 's-egg-
blue necktie, each with white duck shoes.
The blush on the girls cheek was as fair and
ETHEREAL as that fairy blush that orchids some
times have. She was to-day a typical Sum
mer girl The scene, too. was in harmony.
His red hair and tine freckles on his nose in
the foreground were the only strong tones In
the picture. The rest was "A pastel, a Summer
song. very pretty, very charming. but lacking
depth of feeling.
Softly the maple boughs swung DER their
heads. Flecks OF sunlight fell in her yellow
hair, gliding its fine gold. From away out in
the sunlight across smiling grain field came
deliciously the lit of bob-o'-link. They
watched with a thrill OF Joy from their cool
nook man carrying hundred-poCnd sack
of meal along the scorching road. They
could see the beads OF perspiration roll down
his cheeks. leaving burrows in its CRIME of
toll Simple joys these were: Summer time.
paytime joys. Their laughter rang out
rivaling the song OF the bob-o link in merri-
ment and careless youthful freedom.
Who would have thought that this exceed
ingiv young youth. with the rose bloom of
childhood still on mis- cheek instead OF n
beard. with the glance of happy and entire
freedom from thought in his eyes. could be
gathering his poems for publication III book
form until the title. The Flaming Brand.
Snatched from the Red Hot Heart OF Pas
sionr
And yet that very thing was what he was
doing. and more: at this moment rs he
reached down behind the hammock. careless
OF Whether it tipped over not. and gathered
a daisy fer her hair, ne was thinking OF an
unused rhyme Tor ''snatched," for The title
poem of his volume.
Thus poets are. You cannot guess them.-
The Capital.