Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1895-10-11
The Great French Hospital Remedy

Your reason be hanged." cried War.
ing, rising from his seat in a passion.
SIT doesn't seem to prevent YOU from
accepting all the alteration that is Of
fered you"
you positively grow rude, Cousin
Tom. Don't you think it would be
wise for you to go home and sleep off
your i'll temper"
Il beg your pardon, Barbara. I have
to let myself out occasionally, You
know. But what has reason to do with
love-genuine true-hearted love, YOU
| know?"
Barbara's eyes glinted.
Il don't see why it shouldn't have a
great deal to do with it, and 1 think if
it did there'd be fewer unhappy people
in the world-fewer divorces even.
There is no reason whatever for people
throwing common sense to the wind
simply because they fall in love. For
my part"
'By jove! Barbara you are stunning,
| really. Id like to possess a little of
your GOODNESS when stocks are going
down and the market smashes. Your
serenity is worth fortune"
Barbara passed through three seasons
and received q number of offers of mar
riage. They We're all rejected, how
ever. She had not yet found what she
wanted.
"And you never will, my dear Bar
bara, depend upon it. You'll either
marry some poor devil, or die an old
maid" said the irrepressible Tom, who
watched her social career with I'M
abated interest.
Barbara involuntarily stole a glance
at herself in mirror.
"Oh, you are not losing your attrao
tiveness, l must admit You wear mar
velously we'll" His voice sunk to n
suggestion of tenderness. "You could
be a matchless woman if you had d
heart"
"a very necessary portion of ones
anatomy, should say. hope l have
one"
"a tireless machine to propcl your
blood, that is al-not capable of much
feeling"
1T loves you," she said, with a sud
den bewitchingly soft smile That was
one of the fascinating things abou
Barbara-the little glimpscs of WON
anliness occasionally pocping tantaliz-
ingly through her colorless languor.
''Oh, come, now, none of your artful
coquetries on mel" he exclaimed, flush
ing and stroking his gray mustache.
Then you must stop barking bacl;
to that old theme. We settled it long
ago"
mo, we have not settled it. We never
can as long as you refuse to-"
''To see through your cyes?"
''To see what you are missing. But
guess you are all right--some sides OF
you, at any rate. 1 believe you'd make
a first-rate mother. Now, wouldn't
you?"
She had relapsed into her usual in
difference.
Il really never gave the matter n
thought" she said, then suddenly
broke through again and laughed q
gay, delightful laugh. Allow you do
overflow with sentiment. You must
have been in love a score of times"
81 have"
"And your heart? suppose it is In a
very fragmentary condition."
'On the contrary, it has been en-
riched by every experience" he replied,
with dignity. my first love affair oc
Cured when I was only twelve years
old. What an experiences. What pro-
found emotion thrilled my SOUL"
He sighed deeply, throwing his head
back and gazing retrosectively at the
ceiling.
"And when did the last affair end?"
Barbara inquired casually.
Waring came out of his sentimental
reverie with a slightly disconnected air.
''Oh-ah, it hasn't ended"
"Indeed"
"Yes, she is the dearest little woman
in the world
How interesting! Why don't you
marry her?"
"She-ah, is already married. 1t is a
purely platonic sentiment between US,
/ assure you, Barbara. She is neg
lected and pity her. I shall never
marry"
Just then Mrs. Warnings niece broke
into the conversation. She had all the
while been seated near the window.
tom, Tom, why do you talk such
nonsense? OF course you will marry.
There is Divinity that shapes our
ends"
"A peroxide of hydrogened one will
probably shape his" Barbara remarked
from the cabinet mantel where she was
now standing rearranging her hair
Waring dined downtown with some
friends that evening, and then returned
to his rooms to make some changes in
his toilet before going on to the Lyceum
where he had promised TO meet Bar
bara and her mother. He had imbibed
so freely of champagne that he was
cverhowing with ioyousness.
az am not drunk, but Jove, my head
does feel peculiar, he muttered to him
SELF. THAT champagne must have been
extra dry, sure enough '-1