The Roanoke times. (Roanoke, Va.) 1897-1977, 1897-05-18
THE AIICROBICIDE.

cago, electrician, met Miss Boteler in
Boston no was delighted.
"At last" he thought, 81 have met
the ideal Boston girl, coldly intellectu-
al. rigidly precise, overwhelmingly cor
rect" And being u blase young man to
whom n new sensation was boon, no
devoted himself to her assiduously.
The next time he saw her he made up
his mind that he had seen q good many
girls i'll his time, but never one with
more life, verve and swing than seemed
characteristic of this same young lady
He watched her in curious astonish-
ment. what an exuberant, magnificent
Ettlc animal she isi' no thought 'tBut
where is the other one?'.
With characteristic Chicagoan direct
ness he launched at his point at tho ear
llcst opportunity.
Il beg your pardon, he said, "but
never saw two girls so different as you
tho other night and today, let alone one
girl Is either of them you? WHAT'S
your idea for that sort of thing?'
Miss Grace looked ut him i'll admira-
ton.
what bad form You arel'' she said
in tone of great satisfaction. ''It is
very seldom 1 am asked about it in that
brutally frank fashion. TO reward you
for it believe I will tell you tho facts
in tho case. know it seems quite un.
beliovable, but both arc me. A long
time ago and the people close around
me discovered that had two distinct
personalities-tho one quiet, solid, in
tellcctual, the other frivolous, light
and worldly. Understand, they arc not
moods, but distinct personalities, which
come and go as they please, while I am
simply the helpless vehicle for them.
OF course. both have been triflo modi-
fled by being educated and environed as
ono individual, but still they have diff
ferent tastes i'll dress, aims, amusc-
ments, everything. People say that I
try to appear striking, that 1 pose
and all sorts Of things. Very few know
tho truth or would believe it if they
did. Arc you psychological enough to
appreciate the situation? l don t know,
though. Chicago people arc SO grossly
materialistic ~
by Jove, but that's uniqucr' he
exclaimed, ignoring tho slur. 81 never
met girl yet who afforded variety
enough to be interesting for any length
OF time. Now, you are genuinely two
girls, with the added piquancy of never
knowing which you will be and with
out tho trials attending tho cultivating
of two girls. Be assured do appreciate
the situation and you, too,' which
was remark he would never havo
made to tho other girl, and therein lay
tha vivid vpct nf his.
obliged to court her in such varied
styles. He wondered when no came to
the proposal which girl it would be to
and how he would do it, but he finally
ascertaincd that when a man is in ex-
cceding earnest he proposes according TO
himself and not the girl
Before Jack was married it comfort
cd him greatly to think his wife would
never grow monotonous to him; that he
should not be obliged to meet stereo-
type individuality all the days of his
life.
Two instances shortly after his mar
ringe confirmed his impression. Jack
was the nominal head of the Chicago
electrical house, but it was heavily
backed by Il New York man, who came
i'll quite unexpectedly one day. He was
solid old gentleman with no nonsense
about him and "a stern disapproval of it
i'll any one else.
Jack, to whom bis approval was q
consideration, took him up to dinner to
meet his new wife. 1t seemed to him
the young woman had never appeared
so frivolous, gay and inconscquent in
all his acquaintance with her. eff it
had only been the other ono tonight"
he groaned.
He could see the disapproval gather
ing Oh the old gentleman 8 face. After
dinner, over the cigars, he remarked:
"Kcrcns. that wife of yours is Il pretty
creature, but I don't know. l am
afraid-women are terribly undermin-
ing creatures some times'' And Jack
saw long vista of cheese pairing sur
veillance i'll the future which tried his
soul.
The other was cosmopolitan young
friend of Jacks who appreciated the
world and tho flesh above the fine arts.
He, too, went to dinner and met Bos-
toncsquc highly intellectual, rigidly
formal Mrs. Jack, who froze the blood
in his veins.
why couldn't she have been the
other one this timer" again he groaned.
Some way the imp of perversity
seemed to run things most of the time.
She was so often to his moods 1.-THE 9TH
or one. " He began to feel like a shut
tlecock between two battledoors.
Not being born to suffer i'll silence,
one day he said irritably: 81 wish
you'd try and be one or the other,
Grace, long enough for me to begin to
feel at home. Then, too, when want
you to be enc of you you are always the
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