Waterbury evening Democrat., 1894-10-09
HER DILEMMA.

Dresden china, o!l worries. fresh roses and bibvlotS If C,t.ry- description.
 She crossed tl.y white fur rug. and paUSing sazyd with q self pitvinE smile at the pretty pryfuSiou that met her eyrS.
 Roses at Chri>tmas!" she said aloud That the tyNr If the old sermon. For the three yrars of my widowhood I've had roses at Chri tI::as and everything else to match Laurl Iarindin spent $l00 when she hung her boudoir with French brrJldcS. 1 ran ill debt aS many thousands ly doing up my rooms with old cmhruiIJrivS. l suppose shes got q receipt for her money l have county court SumNuuS for Iniur. =
 Shc dropped into the writing chair and leaned her chin. dimplc,l and round as halN'S, i'll iicr palms 1t seems to be about $:;G. GOO the horrid people want from me. l cant make il any less. and I've added everything together a dozen times. Of course know l have been eNtravaSant; Nut. then. I'm young- and-not l;.I looking which was Mrs. Nrnning'S WAY of considering her unduuuttd hCauiy-''and a widow into the bargain, And widows are expected to be So very sl,!.lrt nowadays.
 still tllr tr,.I,'<people should not have given me such unlimited credit. An. that's thr real root of the whole matter! Tl:2 Crcdit Systcln is the ruin of woli.s:,. H:,I.', like myself. must have pretty thing ;.Aaut them
 Thirty t..-l>aud dollars, and most of 1T to lc Ia.d almost at once. I am | wor1h-uot li;',>-in cash. These things -SLr looked .tout her luxurious sur rouuJing$ with apprtciativc cycs-''l | wou.l-r what th,Y would fetch if it cam. y' T sale: l p3;d-at least l owc- an awful It for $ol@r of them. But it mustn't, II Shan't. come to q sale. X rich marriage, Now. let ne think who will Gu
 ''I'd th-, H< j..e handkerchief to Raph- acl GiUch~,s II in q moment. and 1 know l.r'd I"'~itjVrly jump at me, for the s;!h.' c. my visiting list and the country h"as,S l stay at, but that he would want tN DIV too much and would find cut at v!lcc that when my late hus- l band. Enl,rt Nuuniu-. died he only left 50, coo behind him and not the $50, 900 q year with which society and the tradtsYcuYlv have chosen to credit me. | Gluck>t,iu wouldn't marry q pvnnilesS wonlan 10 attain even the Duchess of Ncwland'S little dinner particS.'
 And sO. with crinklvd browS and q slender forctiAScr that licked of each victim to Mrs. Ncnning's charms as he came i'll view, the prrtticSt and most popular woman i'll town passed before her minds '" such men as. by their station 1T fortune. could alone save her l TTf,r,1 The Earl uf Wc>scx she had openly snul'l'cl month ago, and only a week back his cl1A;aScluCnt to q Chicago pork packers daughter had been announced
 Hon. Bcr,ir Shurthouse was a nice boy. and his prospects truly grand, but he had been very wild on his own ac- count, ;.rd a marriage with him might scarcely lrc >ltiSfIctorv-frOm the point of view ut I!.e clamoruus tradcSpcople. Tho yuun.. Duke of WOodfnrd was highly eligible. but the old duchess, his mother. kept q sharp eye on the lad and had openly expressed her detesta- ton rt widows.
 Tho bishop uf Barchcstcr was rich and we'll preserved man, but. oh. so pro>y and >u d-radfuily intolerant of the w.IvS ot til,' world,
 And so OH through endless strings of moths, who hal tlutt,rcd round and burned their silly wings at the flame of MrS. NvuninG'> bright eyes
 Suddenly she paused. blushed deli ciOu>ly. then laughed at herself for do ing sn
 Its a dreadful thing 10 do. '' she said, passing her fingers lightly over her burning cheeks II don't know how such an idea could ever come into my head. ."
 She opened the blottcr. drew some dainty mOnogrammed paper toward her, and taking a pen began hastily to scrib, ble a few names across the aheet.
 Lord Furlwrll. of course. The duke Il cant help it if his mother doesn't like II. The boy must marry some day. The bishop of Barchester Gluckstein- I'll risk him Colonel Dingwall is a nice looking fellow. with a comfortable income. and he was most cpris with me at GosHiwoOd. Lord Arthur St. John l will certainly write to. I've not seen him for q year. but l know he is at Brighton. and he always said if ever l felt inclined tu change my mind he would only h. too pleased. Sir Roder- ick McPh"rSun and Bertic Shorthouse Eight of them.
 Fancy a wOnau writing to eight men [" express her perfect willingness to marry any one of them! The only circumstance that prevents me expiring with horror at my own temerity is the fact that all of them have proposed to n3U. and ill their different ways expressed ! perfect readiness to fall in with my views if ever I could persuade myself ! to reconsider my decision
 1 Yet all the time a curious hesitancy mingled with her air of determination. Twice she laid her pen on the paper, as though to add a ninth name to those all ready written The third time her fin Ccrs traced the letter R, but she scratch td it through hastily.
 ''I think must be mad The idea of my offering to marry Reginald Beres- ford! Reggie, with whom I quarreled Reggie, with whom I played in my baby days Reggie, to whom was en- gagged when l was still in short frocks, before he was first sent to India ''Iwas married to NIT. Venning when he came back, and then-then poor Reg gie began to racket and spend his money and ruin his health Heaven forgive mel I laughed at him-he was so poor flor, though my heart ached for him. my head was too light to remember any thing but that I was young and pretty. It serves me right that, after all, am obliged to marry some man I hate any way Now for itP'
 In Ter slender writing she penned eight, ltters to the men who within the laIl few months had wooed and