The herald. [microfilm reel] (Los Angeles [Calif.]) 1893-1900, 1895-04-15
SHE FOLLOWS
THE CRUSTY OLD BACHELORS
ADVICE

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! the evenings queen one afternoon early in
the winter. Like an ancient maiden who
compensates for youth and beauty by DON
ming brilliant colors, so the retiring ruler
of the day determines II bis presence can
not be felt it shall be seen, and the last
thing before his bow Is to send up fire.
works that surpass and defy the manufac-
turer's art.
Without money and without price"
Dean Stanton enjoyed these fireworks from
the French windows of his fathers spa
oious library. He was lazily contemplat-
ing the marvellous beauty and wondering
in a weary way II any one could calculate
the number Of tints in the glorious display
as his sister Dora's voice, just outside the
library door, broke the reverie by saying:
Come, girls, Flora, all of you, won't
your Deans been sick SO long and now
only gets out little each day. He finds
tho house SO stupid. Please come"
A minute later Dean found himself sur
rounded by half dozen fresh buds all
near his sisters age, Is.
He was inwardly bemoaning his fate
anc scratching the dusty hay of his brain
loft to find something to please dainty ap-
petitos. After discarding nine thoughts
he served up delicate morscl that seemed
to him might keep them busy for awhile
at least, until he could do some more
scratching.
"Well, girls" said hc II suppose you
have spent the afternoon talking about
the boys"
"No, indeed" was the quick answer of
Flora Glenday, leader among them.
And does that settle the matter?" ask
ed he, and his air of ennui was blown
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Flora.
"Of course it docs We are not going
to give the boys any moro time than they
do us, which is none at all
Flora's curls shook like polished coils Of
copper wiro as they glowed and reflected
in the dazzling sunbeams that lighted tho
room.
Flora's little imperious way made Dean,
old crusty bachelor though he was, want
to mako his superiority felt.
''You are right, Miss Glenday " he said,
land, girls, let me give you an old fellow 8
advice. Men are a queer sot. You may
never meet the kind l will toll you about,
and again some Of you may. There arc
many true, good fellows in society, and
then there are some that think it great
sport to sit beside n girl and let an arm
drop around her waist or take stolen kiss
and then go and brag about 1t to tho other
fellows. But let mo tell you, girls, the
boys never really respect that girl. They
think moro of tho ono who either slaps
them or treats them to a sound lecture.
Just give it to fellow who is mean
enough to do it to any of you girls. Take
an old mans advice"
One evening a month later the queen of
night sent some of her little pages to the
windows of the Stanton homo to brighten
it BY their presence. Little rays were
their names.
But thoy met such brilliant reception,
the house all aglow with electric light,
that they shyly crept back into the big
open court of their queen. Here they
wcro Joined later by some Of the guests of
tho homo.
Dora Stanton was having a birthday
party of all her young friends.
She. wondered that her brother Dean
took such an interest in her guests. He
and Flora Glenday were the first on the
floor to open tho waltz.
He had been very attentive to Flora for
some time 1t was only natural that
Flora felt highly complimented, for there
were older girls among Dora's friends. A
girl with good sense always appreciates
man somewhat her senior, who approaches
her as an Intelligent being, listens to her
attentively and does not wear the air of
spoiled child playing with toy.
Miss Glenday," said Dean after the
waltz, "let us try dancing OH the porch "
Tho ice and snow had been swept off,
but the boards were still very slippery.
At one end of the porch the bushes were
very thick, so the queen of night could
not send her pages to guido their feet
Flora slipped and fell tt was only the
work of moment, and she was standing
uninjured surrounded by the numerous
pages One danced on curl as 1t strayed
from under the heecy nubia, one kissed her
lily brow, and another softly brushed her
cherry red check and downcast eyes.
Those eyes were at that moment glow.
ing with light kindled by the thought OF
the kind consideration Of men in general
and this man in particular, who she be-
lieved had lifted her up with as much I'M
concern as If she had been made Of wood.
But she was mistaken.
He was trying to compromise with him.
self, wholly forgetting his advice to the
girls month before. He thought: "She's
only child. Why not?'
just as she said to herself, Here's a
Auuu UlhU uOcsu DoiOuS u queer S6G,
she felt herself drawn toward him, his
arms were around her, and her face was
very near She looked up.
The shy, modest light in her eyes re-
treated before the playful, insincere CLEAN
in his, as the moons rays did before the
glare of artificial light.
If an engine can feel when the lever Is
quickly reversed, it must be much the same
sensation as Flora felt in that moment
She had mentally been burning the in
cense of kind thoughts before the shrine
of man, and he, with touch, with look,
tore down the shrine and turned the in
cense to ashes. There was no question in
her mind as to her action. She followed
under the dim light of the moon the ad-
vice he had given under the suns broad,
searching glare.
She put up her two hands and showed
him from her with force that stunned
him and then ran, ran into the house, up
stairs and did not stop until she had lock.
ed the door and buried her head in the
pillow.
After little while she raised up and
thought aloud: They are-men are
queer set, but he said there were good,
true ones guess there must be. At all
events, and she smoothed her tumbled
hair, II am sure did the right thing"
Cincinnati Post.