Santa Fe daily New Mexican. [volume] (Santa Fe, N.M.) 1885-1897, 1895-08-10
SPEAK FOR YOURSELF
"You have influence with her, Hardy.

that Is"
"Well, Cyprilla likes me well enough,
only she's person of whims. And she has
one of her whims now. Doesn't want to
marry, is sure she isn't in love, intends to
devote her life to orphans or suffrage or
something don't want you to go to her
and tell her that she ought to marry me.
can attend to that part of it myself. But
she respects your Judgment, you know,
and believes in your views. Just laugh
her out of her emancipated notions, won't
your Then I'll attend to the rest"
"Cyprilla will outgrow her present
crochets just as she has half dozen others.
Don't you remember when she plunged
into Italian and determined to be a great
scholar? She thought of nothing but Dante
for six months and then athletics became
her hobby. Be patient, and she'll come
around all right"
"But won't you try little guying or
something's That will hurry along the
end" Walters tone was a little pleading,
and his cousin yielded
"Well, I'll do what 1 can" he agreed
YEARLY But you understand that can't
really do anything.
Walter acquiesced joyously. He had as
great confidence in Hardy Graham's pow
ers as tho elusive Cyprilla had in his judg-
ment.
Cyprilla was out in tho garden wedding
when Mr.. Graham was announced.
"Tell him to come out here" she COM
manded the maid and in q few minutes
the grave, correct Mr.. Graham was stand
ing in the garden path and thinking that
Cyprilla looked rather well in q farmers
hat. Then it occurred to him that the face
under the grotesque straw brm was thin
ner than usual, in spite of its rosy color,
and that the bright gray eyes were q little
sunken. Probably she was beginning to re-
greet Walter already, in which case Mr..
Graham felt that his labors would be con-
siderably lightened He did not find it
easy to begin conversation with her 1t
occurred to him that perhaps, after all, Cy-
prilla had right to her whims and that it
was impertinence to interfere with her.
So he talked about the latcness OF the
spring and the freshness of the garden in
stead. By and by Cyprilla threw away her
trowell and stood erect She slipped off the
sheepskin gloves and the big hat an
showed damp little rings of brown about
her forehead.
"I'm tired" she announced II guess
I'll let Thomas finish that bed"
"You usually get tired of your under
takings, don your" remarked Mr.. Graham
quizzically. Cyprilla flushed.
eyes, suppose do" she admitted,
with unusual humility.
at makes it little difficult for Thomas
when you leave things half done, but what
difference does that make provided you
have succeeded in amusing yourself for an
hour or so?" continued Mr.. Graham
thoughtfully He felt little dismayed
when Cyprilla didn't flash out rotort.
She only looked little red and uncom-
Portable. Then he went on:
"Do you think Thomas minds the extra
work?'
NO." said Cyprilla shortly.
"Now I've offended you" exclaimed the
contrite Mr.. Graham. Cyprilla did not
deny it. "Have offended you?' he asked
remorsefully.
Cyprilla turned her eyes toward him.
They were full of tears.
"Cyprilla, Pm q brute, )" he cried. "You
know Wouldn't hurt you for worlds. I'm
q miserable busybody had no right to
taunt you If you had broken dozen en-
gagements with Walter. Please dear,
don't cry. Don't you know wouldn't
hnve-Cyprilla, my dear child, don'tp'
For Cyprilla, the faddist, whose latest
whim was to be emancipated, had seated
herself on the lowest one of the steps lead
ing to the piazza and was sobbing Mr. Ora
ham sat beside her. He was conscious of O
strong desire to take her in his arms and
let her sob there. But tho knowledge that
he had had impulses of that nature before
made him distrust the apparent pity of
this ono, so he sat quite rigid and listened
to Cyprilla's sobbing. BY and by her voice
emerged from behind her arms, ON which
her face was buried.
couldn't don't-don't love Walter.
wish did. Oh, wish did! I'd do any
thing for -except-mar-marry him.
You know that, don't you?" she suddenly
demanded, looking at Hardy. He only
nodded. He couldn't trust himself to
speak.
but Idon't-I can't, (" pursued Cypril-
Ia. "And can't undertake marriage
and make--a failure of that too" Then
she began to cry again.
"Cyprilla, said Mr.. Graham as calmly
as he could, "do you love any one else?"
Cyprilla blushed furiously and then grew
quite white. "You have no right to ask, +"
she said and her voice came from q great
distance.
"Cyprilla!" cried he, Selling her hands
and looking into her eyes. "Cyprilla, you
do love some one else-and"-
Cyprilla jerked herself away.
"You have no right she said brokenly,
"when lam so-miserable-to-
prise-will you go awayp"
II will, said Mr. Graham gladly and
triumphantly. II will go at once and TO-
sign a commission which bear, and when
l come back in Is minutes-Thomas,
Thomas, call me a cab!-when come
back shall have right and you need not
be surprised.
Then he fed, and Cyprilla forgot to be
miserable.
And now Walter believes firmly ii, the
wisdom Of speaking for ones self.-New