The star. (Reynoldsville, Pa.) 1892-1946, 1895-04-24

ifesting his brilliancy only in some |
philosophical or scientific discussion
with men, reserved yet loving me, he |
says, with an ardent and absorbing
love, which must be the pledge of n
happy comfortable future. But is 1t
true? Does woman find in science
and philosophy what her heart Graves?
Will the man who Is SO profoundly
interested in these subjects find his
wife substitute for them? His sweet
heart may for tho time, but the
colonel says there is much difference
between sweetheart and wife in
most mems minds, and wish didn't
half believe the colonel"
She laughed short, hard laugh,
and looked out of the window mo-
ment ut man and maid as they walk
ed slowly along, very intent upon each
other.
"Sweethearts, she said almost
cynically, and became thoughtful
again.
"And next is the artist" her
thoughts whispered TO her. "The
colonel says an artist is lovely to hang
on the wall for ornament, but he is of
uncertain value as piece of domestic
furniture. Still like the artist very
much indeed. OF course, he is youth
full, dreamy and an idealist with the
gaze and locks of poet, but such
things appeal to most young women rs
they appeal to me. Not to my every
day sense, perhaps, but to the artistic
longings that move every refined soul,
and hope / am sufficiently refined to
appreciate the ideal, although / don't
want to neglect the real His slight
est attention is as graceful as sonnet,
so different from the clumsy, we'll
meant efforts of the professor, but is
it sincere? Does he not study it as he
would study and fashion love ditty
to me? Possibly to some other girl?
Men are deceivers ever. With wealth
and luxuries lavished upon him, he
fingers on in Retrospective glimpses OF
the past; his eyes, dimmed by the
subdued, fading tints of rare old
tapestries, shrink from the glare and
hustle of the present. A career! the
word has brusque and martial sound
that disturbs his reveries? All, If life
were only a sunny morning; a canoe
ahoat upon placid stream with vol
ume of Ibsen and no clocks to tick
away the flight of time. Would it not
be wiser to accept the bread, somewhat
thickly cut, but we'll buttered, with all
that science offers? The colonel says
it would; and, really, begin to think
the colonel is valuable counsellor.
The fact is, 1 like the colonel, and
when woman likes man she likes
his advice, and likes to take it, il for
no other reason than to please him.
Which / think is the height of unset
fishness, for advice is so hard to take.
The colonel smiled at me Sunday when
the third man came down to see me.
He smiled, too, as il he had found
something. But he said nothing di.
rectly. 1 wonder if he thinks like
the third man best. John Franklin,
that's good, substantial name, but
John isn't quite up to it. He's Har'
ward kind of man, of the sunny, fit.
ting, class-day-in-J une type; physical
ly perfect, handsome, stunning,
might say, and much more, he stands
at the university gates with empty
pockets, half soberly, half gladly
and all problematically, gazing into
tho great unsolved future. Is it my
mission to help him solve the prob
lem? Does he love me because he il
young, and love is the light of youth
shining whittier II will? Would he b,
the same in the aftertimes? Would
his promise meet the fulfilment 1 ex
pect-that any woman would expect
More; that any woman has the righ
! to demand of the man to whom sh
gives her heart? Is he as sure as tn
older man? AS the sweetheart of hi
} youth fades before him, in his wife
withered by the years that wreck tn
beauty of so many women, will he il
| his strong manhood be rs tender an,
loving as he now is? The colonel say
? a woman should not marry a man s.
Y near her own age that she should gro,
, old before he does. The colonel,
think, is arguing for himself, becaus
a he has waited so long, that he mus
l either marry aswoman twenty year
t younger than himself or fill bachel
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