The herald., 1896-03-02

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''yours truly" Well, I'm glad If arIiusc
you in any way at all. Let me sing to you
anything rather than get epistles of
abuse such as tho last. By the way, there
is my voice. Why not go into the opera,
with you as leading lady? I know your
voice might be improved enough, and then
think of the opportunity that would have
to work for you at least. I would give
Teddy box for evoy performance, since
nothing in the world could mako me hap
pier than causing him to be jealous unless
it were perhaps making you trust and be-
lieve in mo. Really, there is proposal fit
for the gods! / am not oonceited when
say that would at least make hit in the
role of hero with you as heroine. 1t would
be realistic at any rate. Ye gods, how Of
fectually I could WOO in Faust" for in
stance. and what lovely Marguerite you
would make! Now, truly, don't you think
it would be wise to go ON the operatic
stageP
She-Not at all. / could not bear to
think Of you in those f1endish operatio cos
TUNES, and then you would not go on the
stage. You arc aware of that fact. You
hurt my feelings when you imply that my
voice is not good. l suppose you would
say in answering "Ah, you are too con-
ceited!' So will spare you the trouble
and me the pain by writing 1t myself.
You would never make Teddy jealous, for
he is not of so shallow q nature, and then
no trusts me, you know, which you do
not think you are improving, and even
such heathenish suggestion as going on
the stage Is not unacceptable from you,
of working ambition will bo hailed with
tnt
amuse mo, for think you are deeper than
you care to show. That compliment is
presented free. I am sounding you how
ever, and expect soon to find bottom. 1t
is growing late, for my little clock on the
mantelpiece strikes 10, and still have
letter to write to Teddy, SO good night.
He-You shall not write to Teddy. He
may be "deep," as you say, and all that,
but he is oonfounded nuisance when
served for breakfast, luncheon, dinner and
all intermediate refreshments. Why will
you never tell me anything definite about
him? l swear you arc in love with him
and will not acknowledge it. Tell mo
Immediately.
She-You are foolish. am not in love
with Teddy and will write to him if I
choose. Nevertheless I don't choose to-
night, for you grow interesting and more
interesting. You are angry. Deny it if
you dare.
He--I am angry, but happier than I
can tell, for I love you, and you know it.
Teddy or no one else could help my telling
you SO. Not even the hairless, toothless
three could call q halt. I am going back
to Cambridge in two or three weeks to go
to work, with your help. Otherwise you
find me back here next spring, with my
banjo and fishing rod, waiting for Dorothy
Dering to return. I am not joking, al
though it would be perhaps like Teddy
and therefore more acceptable. 1t doesn't
dawn upon me that you will refuse, but I
suppose that is my everlasting, Internal
conceit. Nevertheless / give you ten min
utes to answer my note, and If it doesn't
come In that time open the door and en-
ter, for the key is on my side of tho key
hole.
She-This Is not sudden. have expected
1t longer than dare tell. l had lovely
storylike speech ready to make, but you
put me off my guard and made me forget
it by that last note. would like, per-
haps, to say that I would be cousin tc
you, but he has never given me the chance
1t might be that you didn't know Teddy.
otherwise Theodore Atherwaight, is your
cousin. Now, you know why never told
you anything definite about him, for 1t
would have spoiled everything Neverthe-
less you have your Internal conosit as you
call it, to thank. If you had pleaded with
and begged me to say, "Yes," should
have laughed at you in the way you al
ways tell me not to. As it Is, realize
that you are not SO very dreadful, and
therefore I'll tell Theodore Atherwaight,
Esq, all about it, and if he approves ho
may send his answer back to you, and so
your answer rests entirely with the hated
Teddy.
A week later Jack was entertaining the
whole household at the piano when o
servant entered and handed him letter,
with neatly done up paper parcel. He
tore open the letter with more haste than
is generally due and read:
"She is not the only girl in the world,
not necessarily. There are Others. But
then you may judge the rest from the
package. Yours, T. r. A."
Jack carefully united the brown outor
wrapper and caIno upon a dainty soft It's
sue paper package. All eyes wore turned
upon him when the thin tissue paper
broke and out poured-a stream of rice
and an old, much worn baby's shoe.-
Cleveland Plain Dealer.