The herald. [microfilm reel] (Los Angeles [Calif.]) 1893-1900, 1895-03-18
HE WENT
AWAY TO FIND ANOTHER
SWEETHEART


and sighed, while busted myself with the
teapot Fanchette usually comes TO tell
other peoples joys or sorrows and If she
has ever had any Of her own no one ever
knew it, so l glanced across the vase of
nodding roses interrogatvely.
She tapped tho floor with her absurdly
pointed toe and failed to answer my very
direct question. The water Dubbed in
the brass kettle, the tea cups executed
ingling dance as Fanchette's nervous foot
struck against the light table. poured
out the fragrant golden liquid, and Fan
Ghetto sighed again
''Oh, duari' she exclaimed
Il am not going to ask you any ques-
tions, - announced proudly as dropped
lump of sugar in my cup.
Mo-" said Fanohette, and we relapsed
into silence.
II suppose, she said after pause,
''you would not disdain to listen TOTO a
story, would your"
Il should be delighted to hear it,. -
Z ''Of course it is not about myself, she
faltered..
The girl had fatal art of being sym
pathetic, of drawing peoples condolences
from them, of saying sweet comforting
things when they had laid their troubles
before her.
"a very dangerous gift"
eyes, "a two edged sword, u replied Fan
Ghetto savagely.
well a man came to see her one day
He was engaged to friend of hers and
they had quarreled. 1t was a simple low
ers quarrel and would have mended itself,
healed by kisses and carcsses, but when
the man told my friend about it she hap
pened to be in a sympathetic mood and
opened her eyes very wide, shook her head
sadly and assured him of the pain which
/ it gave her to know that her friend could
be so cruel So the man felt very right
eous and much abused and decided that
his flancee needed to be punished. He did
not go near her for three weeks, and she
told my friend that life was not worth liv-
ing So this professional sympathizer told
her to stand on her dignity and not to
write to him; that she would bring things
! around all in good time
IAN this time the disoonsolate lover
paid regular visits to my sympathetic
! friend Sometimes she scolded him. and
sometimes she was kind. But to her
| amazement she made no progress toward
reconciliation. He was a big blond,
stubborn as a Greek, but just the kind of
man a woman can Irvine around her fin
ger. She tried smiles and dignifled lee
lures, she was coquettishly sweet, but
nothing moved him. He said he was quite
contented as he was and would not for
give Mildred. Then she told him he was
inhuman, a cruel BRUTE a monster.
And he only laughed!
"You see, the trouble was she had been
used to coquettlng with young fellows.
He was older, shrewder and even more of
a f1irt than she, and he understood her.
lone dav his fancee came and accused
her of flirting with him. She called her
an INSCRIPTIONS coquette and ragged and
wept, and they both went into Mysteries,
but each declared the man was not worth
crying about, but that it was each Others
reprehensible conduct which made them
sorrowful. OF course the end of it was
that my friend had to tell him to stoI
coming to see her, and then-oh, ant
them
"Well, and them"
Fanchette leaned hot cheek on a slim
hand. ooh, it's silly story-he said HI
loved her and not Mildred!'
''Outrageousn'
"Of course Il was He said it was hel
fault that she had brought out all the arts
and graces and smiles of coquetry to pleat
for Mildred, but had done the very wors
ciliaton. And he said he would neve
cease his attentions until she said sh'
loved him. Well, what could she dof"
"Do! Fanchette Send him away will
very sound scolding ringing in his ears
What q question:"
"Well, she didn't. She was foolisl
girl and listened to him. And, we'll, o
course she was fond Of him. but she salt
she was not and laughed at him, laughe,
at his anger and his shame and sent hin
, away vowing revenge. Was that right
1t made her unhappy; it made him miser
able; it lowered his opinion of women
But she gratified her scruples. That's al
!. of the story. Give me another cake"
; She leaned back in the wicker chair, tn
; tendrils of golden hair clustered on he
white forehead. The freight shone o.
, her upturned round chin and white throat
''And the sequel?'
! "What do you think it is?"
"Well, he came back 80 times and a
last won her, as persistent men do espe
{ cially when they know girl likes them
| as this man certainly did,
Really, do you think so?"
"Of course He saw through the littl
, farce You look flushed, Fanchette''
{ She sank back out of the fire glow.
r Where are theyF"
"The sequel is not as you think, sh
broke in. He went back-to the othe
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