Freeland tribune. (Freeland, Pa.) 1888-1921, 1897-08-16

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refuse to marry anything under six
feet, SO I shall have to die an old
maid. It's very hard"
''You will scarcely be measuring the
mans inches when you fall in love.
Anna," said her friend.
Perhaps the heavy-fgured, plain
featured woman of nine-and-
would not have been averse to chang
ing places with the tall, supple -limbed
young Amazon who bemoaned her ill
luck from the long deck chair on the
sunny vicarage lawn, and would have
taken Fate's fine of possibly short
husband kindly enough.
81 shall measure his inches before.
and so 1 shall not fall in love, wise Lu
don't you see?"
"And you would rather marrya man
like Charlie Langley, six feet of we'll
built stupidity, than, we will say, Mr..
Royce, who is clever and
Handsome, and almost a pygmy.
1 allow Mr.. Royce to be the miniature
model of what man should be-but [
Go not wish to marry model, 1 want
the man. Some big men are hand
some and clever as well; but big men
like little wives, and so L must go hus-
bandless. Charlie Langley worships
little Flossie Cressold. Heigh hol
What am l to do? must be off, Lu,
or l shall be late for dinner"
On the other side OF the thick quick
set hedge stood Owen Royce, the clev-
er little artist, of whose future great
things were predicted. Walking care
lessly beside the overhanging haw-
thorn and wild-rose, he had been
caught and held by struggling thorn;
while impatiently unfastening the de-
tanning bramble the words spoken in
the garden had fall en- on his ear. He
was clear of the thorns at last; he was
standing erect and stillin the meadow,
his eyes on the low summer sun, and
with thorn in his heart piercing and
hurting as no mere physical pain could
do. He had walked carelessly through
the summer, as he had walked through
the brambles-to find himself sudden
ly caught. Two months of tennis.
riding and boating with Anna WAY
moor had not left him heart whole.
Heart whole! He bit his lip, and put
a hand across his eyes; he could see
her mentally, tall even among the tall
women of the day, beautiful in her
strong grace. Like many small men.
the artist was wonderfully active and
wiry; neat-handed, and quick of eve,
a. nart, oil ho
his two months stay at Greyland
Manor he had good-naturedly coached
Miss Waymoor in her drawing, at
tennis, and had taught her to ride
with some OF the knowledge which he
himself possessed. That teaching had
been dangerous pastime; particu-
larly dangerous were their long read
ings and talks together; perhaps it
was then that the artist had fallen
headlong in love with his beautiful
pupil, when the "Amazon" had been
laid aside, when the gracious, gentle
woman had sat beside him with her
tender, deep gray eyes, and with color
coming and going had learned to love
Beatrice and Juliet, and to know,
through him, her Shakespeare and
Dante by heart. And all the time she
had thought of him merely as what he
was-''almost q pygmy. He saw
himself suddenly as little more than
dwarf--a laughable atoml He envied
the dull BOBBY Langley his broad
shoulders and great frame; what beau
tlful woman-such woman as Anna
Waymoor-could care for such scrap
OF humanity as himself? Yet he had
dared to love her, to love her as in
tensely as any six-foot Hercules could
do, though he learned to know it only
when he learned that he-the Pygmy
scarcely ranked in her eyes as man
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