Phillipsburg herald. [volume] (Phillipsburg, Kan.) 1882-1905, 1896-08-06

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two
"Your cousin is a charming girl,
said Jack.
20, yes, but she is only a schoolgirl
We'll, what else can she be? Sh
Is just out of school, and not a womal
yet. Do you know what were m,
thoughts at you both?"
How can know?"
Il was thinking that you would maxi
a pretty couple"
Now Jack, what harm have l eve
done you that you should want Il
chain me DOWN."
Are you not 25?"
us that old age?"
Would you give an old man Il
your cousin, who will be only 10 mex
year,"
In two years she will be 2O-tha
will be better still. Then l will be q
serious man and an M. D."
Clara Is a good match; our fortune!
arc about equal. l think might make
a living in this country. Well, who
knows what may happen in one day.
have plenty Of time to think of it,
Il think your cousin deserves better
than that, and you ought to be in love
with her"
What! love at first sight! do
think Clara Is pretty, butt. plenty oil
time... plenty of timer
Everybody seemed happy at the mill;
even Clara, who listened with pleasure
to the compliments Of her cousin
whenever he CHANGED to be with her,
and she thought him so witty that she
quite forgot to show her own wit be.
fore him.
In the meantime she was hoping that
he would propose before going back to
Paris, but the last day dawned, and he
had not said the least word about mar.
riage' She hoped till the last hour;
then, till the last minute.
Albert gave kisses all around and
said to her: II will come back next
year. l will write to you, and send
Musset's works, as 1 promised"
She plucked up courage and said to
him: rs that all you want to promise
Alberto"
He understood what she meant, but
would not promise more, and as his
eyes rested on the clock he said:
"Good-by; cousin; the train is here
1t cannot wait"
The life of student, especially that
or student who does not study, ia
Just as tiresome as any other.
There comes time when he gets
tired of beer, wine, and cigars.
Albert was in one OF his dark days;
since morning he had telt cross, and
would not even smoke; his pipe laid
on his table with pile of books and
dusty papers. His tobacco pouch re-
him Of Clara-she had en-
broldered it for him during the week
he had spent with her. Then he was
also reminded that he had promised to
write and send Musset's works; he felt
badly at these thoughts, and remorse
made him go out to repair his forget
fulness.
There came a knock at the door; the
servant brings up letter to him; it is
from his mother.
His drowsiness gives way as he
reads the lines; he gets up in a pas
sion, upsetting the table and every
thing upon it.
And whom does she marry, I won
ler?" exclaims he; "some common
country lad, l suppose. No, 1t cannot
be! l must go there and stop it; she
cannot be sacrificed in this way"
Two hours later he started with q
1alise in one hand and bundle under
one arm; 1t was Musset's works.
Clara met him at the garden gate;
The was looking as fresh as the flowers,
md he, being conceited, thought that
he happiness expressed on her face
vas due to his presence. She was less
imid than last year and little stout
"; one could read her heart through
Ter gray eyes and her smiles
rs what l hear true, Clara?"
Certainly; I was about to write to
'ou. l want you here for the we'd
ling"
ut is impossiblew
"Quite possible and true"
with whom?
with Jack of course"
"Ah, the scoundrel! There Is moth,
ng like friend to betray one"
"Why, Albert, what short memory
'ou have, Poor Jack would not speak
f love before he was quite sure of your
ceilings toward me. l am thankful
hat you set him at liberty to speak
am so proud and happy at being
owed by such noble heart"
Albert threw his bundle on the table.
What is that?' asked Clara.
"Musset's works. 1 had promised
hem to you"
you are too late, cousin. Jack
gave them to me long ago, as I was
of your forgetfulness."
Tell, me, Clara-this is all dream,