Warren sheaf. [volume] (Warren, Marshall County, Minn.) 1880-current, 1895-01-10
A STORY WITH A MORAL.
Tho Old Man Had Lost His Heart, But
Not His Senses.

The Old Man Had Lost His Heart, But
Not His Senses.
The rich old man OF seventY-five was
going to marry the beautiful young
woman Of twenty-five. 1t was q case
of preferring to be an old mans darl-
ing to a young mans slave, 80 the girl
said. The old man was greatly tickled
when he first won the fair beings
trusting affections, but after bit he
took thinking spell, and then he
chuckled to himself. At first thought
he had feared to put her love to the
test, because of breach of promise
suit, with decision and Judgment
against him, which he was able to sat
isfy to almost any amount a tender
hearted jury might award the guile
less and innocent plaintiff.
He chuckled because this fear had
been dispelled. For an old man he
had great head.
my love-" he said to her very ten
derby, almost sadly, just after he had
chuckled, Il know there Is a great dis
parity in our years, and that my money
is"
ssYour dear old darling" she ex-
claimed, as she put her soft white
hand over his mouth and shut OF tho
further supply of his remarks on that
line, don't you talk that way. You
know love you more than anybody.
And what is money to q hungry
hearth
He was not very good on conun-
drums and gave this one up, but he
had something else to say.
"You know the money makes q diff
erence," he said doubtingly, yet hope.
fully.
''Only as it makes life easier for
you. dear" she insisted in tones that
only woman could have used.
He held out his arms to her with
tears of gratitude in his eyes, and she
laid her head upon his breast
"1'm so glad to hear you say that,
darling. he said very softly. ''You
know my children have objected to
my marrying, but that is all removed
now, for I have made over to them all
my property except SO much as will
suffice to keep US two in pretty little
cottage still own, like pair of bees
in honeysuckle, and we can be so
happy, so happy"
She disengaged herself from his,
throbbing bosom and stood coldly in
front of him.
'sSir?' she said, in voice that
seemed to have been Clipped of the
north pole.
Eyes, darling" he went on, like q
boy with new toy, 81 have fixed it so
that we are to have twelve hundred
dollars year, and whom I die you will
have life estate In the property aud
will never, no never, suffer-
The fire flashed from her eyes, but
the tears put it out.
$50" she Kissed between her teeth,
'tthis is what you expect me to have
as the price Of my sacrifice? Never,
sir, never. I wouldn't marry an old
thing like you are to save my neck.
Now leave the house and never let me
see yon again. q
He was too broken in spirit to offer
an appeal against this dreadful deci-
sion and he obeyed her.
Outside he chuckled that same old
chuckle referred to in the beginning
Of this sketch. Then he heayed a deep
sigh Of contrition.
"What an unconseionable old liar
am" he said. ''6tin how could get
out Of it any other way without being
sued for breach OF promise and having
the entire community humping on me
with both feet2 I guess I'll sue for
breach Of promise now myself and
pose as . martyr. "
Then he chuckled again and went to
a broker to drop one hundred thou
sand dollars in the slot and get eight
per cent. interest Detroit Free Press