Ellsworth American. [volume] (Ellsworth, Me.) 1855-current, 1896-07-09
HER DAY AT HOME.

thing ell day to ask you, and now | can't
remember what it was says her visitor,
settling himself on the divan.
"Now don't add it must have been i'm
portant, " she says, somewhat GROSSLY,
keeping her pen suspended over her inter
rupted letter.
at wasn't SO very" he answers serene
ly. Il remember now. / was just won
dcring whether you would want me to put
on my dress suit for dinner every night if
we were married. p"
The pen desccnds on the half lied sheet.
'1f you re going to be funny, l wish
you'd choose some other time for it, 3" she
says, writing busily. Il want this letter
to catch the overland"
care you writing to that everlasting
best girl of yoursS' he asked.
I'm writing to Miss A ustin, if that is
whom you mean, sho answers coolly.
Well tell her there's tiresome man
just como 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 let
ters.'
Don't you? Oh, mine are perfect It's
sue of falschood, though | m not much of
a liar III everyday life. / don't exactly
mean to- but IN always finding myself
writing: All tho city is asleep. The
house is mysteriously silent, and my fire
turned into Cinderella as the clock struck
II, but must send you line before Il
and SO on, when, really. It's 10 o'clock in
the morning and I'm sitting between a
typewriter and telephone. | suppose it's
my picturesque imagination that makes
me do 1t.
"Or perhaps tho idea Of a possible biog-
raphy,' she suggests, not without scorn.
How would you like to write it" he
asks, unruflled. "Wo could work it up
together, and you could add tho last sad
touches after | had flickered out. The
other day | was looking over the various
letters and notes you've favored me with,
and decided that you would be just the
person for it. You have rather a nice lit
tie way Of expressing yourself.
DO you mean to say you keep your let
ters?" she asks in u tone of surprised re-
monstranco.
"No, but 1 keep yours" he answers,
smiling contentedly at her and feeling for
a cigarette May T." he adds, striking
a match and shielding the flame IN his
hand
No, I'd rather you didn't" she says,
intent on her letter. ut is my day at
home, and moro people may come even
yet.
He blows out the match with sigh and
drops it down behind the divan.
"Aren't you going to let your husband
smoke on your day at homc:" he asks.
HE won't he around on my day at
home, " She says, laughing little in spite
of herself. He'll be down town trying to
pay for the tea and cakes.
Poor devil" murmurs her visitor roll
ing the cigarette afreetionately between his
fingers Wouldn't you want to have him
around2" he asks presently.
"Depends ON the man, p" sho says half
absent y from her desk "How do you
spell psychulogical2"
II don't, " he says resolutely. II would
not for anything. You never mind my
dropping in at tea TINE, do you?"
elm"
"You rather like 1t, don't you:"
III m, him.
"You'd find it rather pleasant to have
me dropping in every day about this time
and staying to dinner, woLIdn YOU"
What are you talking nbout:' she OK
claims, lifting her head impatiently.
Why if you should marry me. .
"Weii, I'm not going to marry you, and
I'm not going To get this letter finished if
you don 90 away
There is "a silence broken only by the
frantic scratching Of bier pen.
Some ono wishes to speak to you at
the telephone, miss, - says u voice from the
doorway.
A, usual. " She murmurs, rising hur-