The Wilmington daily Republican. (Wilmington, Del.) 1890-1902, 1896-07-07
HER DAY AT HOME.

Dear me, I've been saving up some.
thing all day to ask you, and now can't
remember what 1t was" says her visitor,
settling himself on the divan.
''Now don't add 1T must have been i'm
portant, sh5 says, somewhat Grossly,
keeping her pen suspended over her inter.
rupted letter.
1t wasn't SO very" he answers serene
~. II remember now. was just won
dering whether you would want me to put
on my dross suit for dinner every night If
we were married"
The pen descends on the half filed sheet.
If you're going to be funny, wish
you'd choose some other time for it," she
says, writing busily. II want this letter
to catch the overland"
'Ars you writing to that everlasting
best girl of yoursf" he asked
I'm writing to Miss Austin, If that is
whom you mean, she answers coolly.
"Well, tell'her there's tiresome man
just come in to propose to you, SO you
must tear yourself away long enough to
accept him." he says, putting another
cushion behind his head
II never say what isn't true In my lot,
ters''
Don't your Oh, mine are perfect It's
sue of falsehcod, though I'm not much Of
liar in everyday life. I don't exactly
mean to, but I'm always finding myself
writing: All the city is asleep The
house is nysterlously silent, and my fire
turned into Cinderella as the clock struck
10, but must send you line before l.
IN ~ 10 ~ ,,~
the morning, and I'm sitting between
typewriter and telephone suppose it's
my picturesque imagination that makes
me do It,"
Cor perhaps the Idea Of possible biog-
raphy," sho suggests, not without scorn.
How would you like to write itf" he
asks, unrutfled "We could work 1t up
together, and you could odd the last sad
touches after had fickcred out The
other day was looking over the various
letters and notes you've favored me with,
and l decided that you would DO just the
person for 1t. You have rather nice lit
tie way Of expressing yourself"
DO you mean to say you keep your let
tersp" she asks in q tone Of surprised re-
monstranco
mo, but keep yours" he answers,
smiling oontentedly at her and feeling for
cigarette. MAY I2'' he adds, striking
a match and shielding the flame In his
hand
mo, I'd rather you didn't" she says,
intent Oh her letter. 1T is my day at
home, and more people may come even
yet"
He blows out the match with q sigh and
4 md
Aren't you going to let your husband
smoke on your day at homer" he asks.
He won't be around on my day at
home, y she says, laughing little in spite
of herself. Hell DO down town trying to
pay for the tea and cakes"
Poor devil!' murmurs her visitor, roll
ing the cigarette affectionately between his
fingers Wouldn't you want to have him
around9" he asks presently.
Depends on the man." she says half
absently from her desk. "How do you
spell psychological"
II don t." he says resolutely. II would
not for anything. You mover mind my
dropping In at tea time, do you?'
"Hmr
"You rather like it, don't your"
"H IN, h'ml'
You'd find it rather pleasant to have
me dropping In every day about this time
and staying to dinner, wouldn't your
What are you talking about" she ex-
claims, lifting her head impatiently
why, If you should marry me-"
well, I'm not going to marry you, and
I'm not going to get this letter finished if
you don't go away"
There is q silence broken only by the
frantic scratching Of hor pen.
Some one wishes to speak to you at
the telephone, miss, says voice from the
doorway.
''As usual" she murmurs rising hur-
riedly and shutting tho door behind hor
with bang. The draft blows a sheet
Of her letter off the desk and wickedly
drops 1t on the odge of the divan. Her
writing is abominably clear, He catches
sight of his own name, and for n second is
lost He hos just come In, in his dear lit
tie jolly way, pretending never to mean
anything and really meaning everything.
I'm going fast. II men only knew enough
to use personal viulepce, they'd ofton"-
He suddenly realizes that this is base
treachery, and resolutely shutting bis eyes
replaces the sheet on the desk as no hears
her step ~ the hall. She comes in, all un-
suspecting.
Her letter did not catch tho overland
that dsy-in fact it wasn't oven finished,
and he never said anything about Its little
adventure. Sneaking, wasn't itP-Ex-
change.
Mothere look alter your children and
see they do not suffer with worms; you