The Neihart herald. [volume] (Neihart, Mont.) 1890-1901, 1895-07-13
with 1~nerriment.

Il should have said" he answer
ed, that she died from the absorb
ton Of too much nihilism."
"A second Daniel come to judg-
ment,' she said and then burst out
laughing. You're awfully witty"
she added. You say so many hui
morous things in such a serious
way"
Benton was silent for a moment.
Then: I'm no match for you. You
+ a woman of the world, and they
are moro clever than the wisest phi
losOpher."
Tommy Benton, you're an unso-
phisticated boy" she began rs she
leaned her elbow on her knee and
rested her face in her hand. You're
rather clever, as men go. but they
have their limitations. You have a
good deal of backbone, and what you
will you usually do. You make up
your mind to doa certain thing, and
then only after you've thought out
all the pros and cons in the case.
Then you do it. No power on earth
could stop you from doing it. Am
right?"
He nodded acquiescence.
well, here's a case where you've
got to stop. To begin with, it's none
of your business, and to end with
well, you wouldn't be ferreting the
matter out very long before one of
your friends would be trying to con-
vince the police that you came to
your death from an o%verzealous re-
gard for justice. You're much too
young to die" and she looked at him
critically.
you've put the matter in a bust
nesslike way" said Benton. eff tho
Russian government wanted Mrs.
Palitski put out of the way, why the
Russian government can get some
one to do it, and, as you say, it's
none of my business. Still I didn't
like your doing it,"
"Who said I did, my poor, moral
izing boy? Don't worry about me,
Tommy Benton. Take care of your
own dear neck" Then, after a few
seconds silence, You know Brown
ing?"
"A trife," he said.
Well" she went on, Browning
says IT'S an awful thing to play
with souls, and matter enough to
save ones own Good deal of truth
in that, isn't there?"
Instead of answering her question,
Benton leaned close to her and said,
eff I wasn't engaged to be married,
I'd want you for q wife"
Aquick flush spread over her face,
leaving it winter than before. She
bit her lip and dug her nails into the
palms of her hands, and a little tire
NOR passed over her. Don't talk
nonsense, Tom. III never marry
never see you again in life after to.
day. I've a certain plan of action
outlined for me to do, and it's life
work. You know we discussed lovea
couple of years ago at Atlantic City,
and both came to the conclusion that
it was a term only. Fools in genera.
are divided into two classes. The
first class comprises women who
think they love men, and the SECOND
class Is made up Of men who thinl
fInNy !Nlvn yt-n,,,nn nd oil vN,I1N a n,
all women not in these classes are tn
wise of the earth" She was lookin!
out at the river, along whose surfac,
q tiny breeze was playing. The eye
gave the brain a thought. 1.-THE live
that flow along the calmest only al
low the breezes to ruf11o up the sur
face. The depths arc never sounded.
The dreamy somnolence of Jun
was i'll the air, and nature, prodiga
OF her charms, eXhaled an Odor red
Olent of gladness. Yet the woman
voice was freighted with sadness q
she said, still in that dreamy way
Helen of Troy, who overthrev
. mems hearts and Troy's walls; Cleo
, patra, who changed tho worlds CON
p~lexion, were only grinning skele
tons, with a thin covering of prett
flesh. Yet you men build tragedie
= from women's prettiness and forge
the skeleton that underlies it all"
But, Coral"
, "No more, Tom. No lovemakine
I'll walk with you to the entrance t
. the park, and there our paths for a
' time separate"
The walk was brief, and Bento
!, monopolized the conversation. A
:, the Green street entrance to the par
Y the woman held out her hand.
. "Goodby for all time, Tommy Be1
), ton," she said. dig me out of you
mentality, and I'll forget you just
i soon. Don't talk-stop, now-for
i will only prove to me what a FOOLS
> little boy you are"
ID And so she left him. He wake
II rapidly down Green street, and I'll
: woman in tho case looked after I'll
foolish little boy" several time
and wiped her eyes each time 81
looked. The sun hurt ones eyes thu
day and made them water.
Tommy Benton's marriage in IL
q fall was a brilliant one. Everybod
10 who was anybody was there, and
course the bride was the prettie