Evening journal., 1897-12-09


is one of my wedding presents, and l /
hate the very name of the girl friend |
who gave it to me. But when he reads /
this he may come back to me. 1t may |
stir within him the old feeling which |
prompted him to 50 many gracious |
acts of gallantry and self-sacrifice. IL |
the words l pen but restore to me his |
love, l shall forever bless the medium |
which transmitted to him my |
thoughts"
Have you big brother?" asked the
sporting editor
Two" she responded.
well, they ought to take him out in
a vacant lot and trOunce the life out
of the brutei" he said.
She turned upon him like a tigress
defending her young.
They had better not try it," he ex-
claimed. 81 would never forgive them
If they so much as laid a finger on him.
He could whip a dozen like them, and
not half try. and if he couldn't the
two of us could"
you want to settle the differences
between your two selves by yourselves
and in your own way. don't your"
asked the society editor, who, being a
woman, could better understand
woman's method of warfare "You
don't want either autonomy or foreign
intervention" She had just been read
ing the latest Cuban dispatches, and
the words fell from her lips almost un-
consciously.
IF outsiders viii just let us alone all
will end right" answered the fair yis-
itor. Here are the lines which l expect
to reach his callous heart and bring
him TO repentance. The others are
merely incidents leading up to the pres
ent condition Of my feelings. If these
words do not touch him he must have
a heart of stone:
Oh, fond, foolish heart, how you wasted
your beating;
Oh, dear azure eyes, how you laIbored
in vain;
Oh, sweet, rosy lips, which so often
gave greeting,
Express to my dear one the depth of
my pain.
live in the present, l dream Of the
past
The future is filled with misgivlng
and doubt;
When VOWS are once pllghted and
hands firmly c,aspt,
The warmth Ct the ,over doth quickly
burn out.
What a wealth of SENTIMENT" sigh
ed the society editor.
"Yes. wasted sentiment" added the
church reporter.
81 trust not, said the golden-haired
young housewife, for if il does not
reach the better side of my husbands
nature ut may restore some other wo-
man TO The heart Of the man whom she
loves and for whose full and unbound
ed affection she is longing
Quite true, added the society editor
Just then the sporting editor asked
the grief-stricken woman if she "wOult
net like to have refrain to her swaI
song, and before she could express her
self,he read the following:
He used to call me darling
And it set my heart a-quiver;
He used to call me dearie
And ! blessed the gracious giver
/ thought I was i'm clover,
: But The honeymoon is over,
7 And my husband is a rover
! So he doesn't do it now
4 You certainly do not propose to in
I suit my husband with such words a
= those?" said the young wife. mo, sir
/
e my verses as 1 have written them l d
s not care to have you print them at an,
r and she swept out of the office like
d queen, leaving the manuscript benin
g her.
Q The sporting editor followed her a
d far as the sidewalk and endeavOred /
d explain matters. but she ignored hi
3, | presence, and the last he saw of he
y was as she boarded a Delaware avenu
It car at Fourth and Market streets. II
o heard the two bells rung by the COZ
n ductor, and in a twinkling the fair W,
man whom he had sought to befrien
d was being carried uptown toward thl
lovely and lonely home which her hui
d band so little appreciated
He returned to the office; and. as 7
Ie resumed his seat at the desk, r
marked to the religious reporter: 10
>, l really believe that. in spite OF IL al
id she still loves the darned slOb!"