The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1896-02-20

too, whether like the kitchen range.
The scullery strikes me as having been
thought of afterwards; and about the
bathroom fittings | am just wonder
ing. 1t seems to me they are made.
quate, as compared with the flowery
suggestion of sanitary perfection con.
veyed in the Daily Telegraph; and.
well. the drawing and dining .rooms ara
certainly rather circumscribed, aren't
they?'
Yet, at the same time, You are agree.
ably pleased on the whole?" he sug.
gested.
ION the principle that nothing. even
in sIX-roomed cottages on the banks
of the Thames can entirely reach the
fulness of our expectations, yes"
lie smiled and spread his hands.
'In that respect the best of US are
but as little children, ever searching
after what is absolutely impossible in
this multiplication" he answered.
Yes, why is it? We should not like
il if we could get it, either. Yet we
search, search, search, and waste our
whole lives"
She turned her arched glance towards
him and waited.
1T is our disease. Perhaps it is put
there purposely, that we should not
grow too fond of living. Besides-and
mere comes the irony of tiff every
thing were perfection we shouldn't
know it."
NO, we should want counteracting
foils, like milestones, to show us it is
perfection" Her eyes travelled up the
green slope towards the house, and
she added, reverting to it: but you,
you also, like this by no means fault
less bijou residence. Yes, I can see by
your face-your face assures me that
you have seen something to-day that
pleases you"
He dropped his hazel eyes upon her
and leaned on his cane.
YES he said, slowly; 81 have GER
tainly seen something that pleases me
to-day. But" he added, quickly, 81
am willing to waive priority, if | have
it, which | doubt, in your favor and
back out of all competition with regard
10 the bijou residence. After ALL what
does it signify? 1 am bachelor, any
thing will do for me-
"And am spinster," she said, with
smile. "Why should not anything
do for me?"
For all their never 'avin' met till
this ere morning, they seem to be
mighty friendly" observed the care
taker, watching their departure down
the shady road together later. ut
seems to me to be more a question of
taking each other than taking the
house. They amt said nothing about
the house one way or t'other, but they
have said good deal about each other,
judging by their eyes"
The woman picked more wild flowers
as she went back, the man assisting her.
Midway down the dusty lane they rest
ed on fallen oak, the victim of a recent
cyclone, and told each other their
biographies. At the inn, close to the
railway, they lunched together in the
inn parlor, criticising the proprietor's
ideas of art afterwards, a task of elastic
quality according to the degree of OPP
portunity for lingering desired. And
she-she never looked prettier, even
in her palmiest days.
Have you ever traced the genesis of
an acquaintance? 1t may be quite as
capable of wide advances and un.
dreamed conclusions as the genesis of
speech. You may begin in the Tropic
of Cancer and end in Siberia; or you
may begin in Siberia and end in the
Tropic of Cancer; it's all matter OF
chance. But this man and this woman
began and ended in the Tropic OF
Cancer, and so there was a marriage in
the paper; but the bijou residence is
still unlet.-St. Paul.