The Lebanon express. (Lebanon, Linn County, Or.) 1887-1898, 1897-03-11

4aoN Nl Sou nc, hES. HArlnOB sd
he Girl, Is ne entered the room.
iaye brought back the little books
The orphan asylum that you lei
mamnie, May " moment wit
9oa2"
She continpsG . keep her back y
ward Andrew, and he, now beginniu
70 get tired Of the game, had about &C
iluded that she must be frightfullg
ugly,
sit down here, dear, beside me" an6
Mrs. Harmon easily contrived to plar
the girl JUS opposite the small rcou,
and the young man. approaching hi,
| we to the crack, was struck By II
9rctty fsae he teheld.
We'll, nusamnnl. what are you doin
nowadays2 Are you going out much?
"No, very little ! had Il card for Mrs
Laton's teo this afternoon, but wrol
her | was III. You viii not betray ne
will you?' and She laughed mcrr
laugh, that SET Andrews heart 10 II.
brating,
Do you not care for such affairs
lsled Mrs, Harmon
Surely. Mrs. Harmon, you do no
think il would be amusing 10 spend NJ
lour or two watching Mrs. Laton's ill
tations, with no one to talk TO but the
insipid woman and stupid men Of her
set?"
You are severe, my child"
Severe? Well, with woman like
Mrs. Laton | do not think one can be too
much so"
| Instinctively Mrs. Harmon raised her
eyes to the door tina; concealed Andrew.
and, under prctext of arranging ths
portiere, she crossed the ruont aul,
she rearranged The drapery, whisperc
to her nephew, nearly five-you'i
be late for your taa.n
But her warning was unheeded; An
drew did rot bulge. As for thc girl by
the FIRE, she wes still full Of her idea.
''Do you know Mrs, Latpn, Mrs.
Harmou?r sic asked.
YES, yes" the old lady husiened 10
reply; and 70 turn the conversation she
Went on! 'But YOU arc wrong tu ae-
elags that all men ese sfppid. Tier
are some who are quite splislhlc.n
Sensible? Well, Iaont know Them.
do moi mean that thsyare nll stpnlG,
but they think themselves So siHeila
that they afc wearlsome, They !.
vain. irslserable bors. with tht
blase airs md thcir ilea tA0s tiiey aEt
irresistible becaNse tIsy ean fiirt wIli
Mrs. Laton, WIN hes bisgohcd hal
smears paint on her taee rs If i we're
palette, and whose brains are guod
for nothing but to devise outragsou
gowns"
again Mrs. Harmon cast in uneasy
glance towaril the little room, in waicA
Andrew ,yss fast waxing angry. Iic
would have Lied to straugle this girl
whose auresb hcuith and triumphant
beauty irTita'ed lin,
"Ana when VIII you get married, my
dear?" suggested Mrs. Harmon, again
thrpwiI'g herself into The breach.
II shailneier marry"
Indeed? Why not?"
'Why nst?" repeated Rosamond
shadow Of melancholy coming over the
face thni Ardrtg admred In spite cl
himself. "l.ecaUse / sm q little fool
who eipnc. DO Ge the rest do IwnnF
wish TO love my husband and TO hay
him love ne. I would wish 70 marr}
man wlaa I should slrgle ont fror
lnlong the rest for h& goodness ant il,
telliganee would wish to hpye con.
idenee in him, and above all he proud OF
hin..r
As the girl spoke she had become uni-
mated with a gentle cxaltation, which
was not without lis effect on the young
man behind tho door.
swell. Roear!ond." said Mrs. Harmon,
"wby DO you rot realize your dIeam?"
aIecause there arc no Young men
nowadays who care 10 look for girl
who pleass them. Marriage for them
is a matter Of business. nothing more.
and the woman herself does not count.
They marry when they have lost their
money, ard the little heart they pos
sessed has been fFittered away on some
Mrs. Laton or another"
Aguin Mrs. Harmon arose, and, pre-
tending she had an order to give, ex-
cused herself aud FASTENED 10 her
nephew.
well, aunt, ahe has given us q nice
itsessqino dovyn eho For icharrpiry