The Emmett index. [volume] (Emmett, Idaho) 1893-1925, 1898-03-18

you are exceedingly ruder' / said,
turning away and leaving her.
1t was the most severe speech I had
ever made to Dolly. and / suffered at
the thought OF it. For four days 1
once. 1t was an awful four days; l
neither slept nor ate, but just reviled
myself as fool for becoming estrang-
er from the only woman In the world.
In my despair even went so far as to
take Jane Hunt to n dance where Dolly
wRs sure to see us, and she did. And
| when | passed her she looked over my
head with her small nose In the air;
| wished Miss Hunt was in-well,
somewhere else-that might rush over
to Dolly. throw myself at her feet
and kiss theml Yes, | acknowledge
that l have often wished that.
Finally l wrote her, fully conscious
that II was a very silly letter. wherein
| told her l was nearly angry at my
self for not knowing she cared for red
roses, and l sent three dozen. The an
swer | received was characteristic:
"You are a silly old goose, and If you
had only waited until l finished what
was saying you would have discovered
that you sent the rose yourself with
the violets. l don't care at all for red
roses"
By which token I learned, not that
Dolly was repentant but that her yio-
lets had faded, and she wanted more.
So l sent them, hundreds of them,
| hnntn0 fhof fttI 90 n
young woman would be appeased.
But the greatest of my misfortunes
has not yet been set down. There was
another young man, an acquaintance
and admirer of Dolly's, with exactly
the same name as myself-Richard
Morton. 1, of course, had taken a
huge dislike to him; in fact, l hated
him (for Dolly once remarked that he
was nice fellow, and l don't think
he had an extraordinary affection for
me. We were not related; l was glad
Of that. A few days after l had been
such n cad to Dolly l called upon her,
and, heaven favoring me, l found her
alone.
dolly, dearest" l began; 81 am SC
sorry"
Don't" she said; that incident is
closed. There are so many nicer things
to talk about. Jane Hunt, for In
stance"
I shivered; was about to be pun
ishcd.
as she nicer?" said I.
what do you really think of herT
said Dolly, with rather an anxious look
l thought; but, Of course, was mis-
taken.
20, she's very good girl. very
good" with a desperate desire to max,
Dolly Jealous If l could. which ]
couldn't.
as sher Dolly tossed her head
"Well, Mr.. Morton, do you want tC
know what l think she looks likeY
The "Mr. Morton" was ominous;
shivcred again.
81 can't imagine" said l, lightly
thinking how very pretty Dolly was
with that pink spot in each check
II think she looks like n coolxP sh,
declared. triumphantly, while 1. in
wardly agreeing. protested.
80, Dolly, cook"
YES" she went on spitefully, "ant
not even like good cook!'
DOLLY Not like n bad cook?"
YES" she went on. like n very poo
cookv'
was obliged to laugh; l couldn'
help It.
splendid wife she'd maker said l
not meaning to rouse Dolly.
But suddenly she turned and said tn,
most terrible thing to me that she't
ever said since I'd known her.
Then you'd better marry herr Thi
from Dolly
"Ow l began, but she was gone, anC
there was nothing for me to do but I,
pick up my hat and go, which did
calling myself beast and n brute a
/ went.
That night when leaving the theate
we happened to meet n moment. Sh'
was radiant and scornful.
dolly" l said, resolving not to no
tice the contretemps of the afternoon
with whom are you going to dane
the cotillon at the Terry's tomorrow
nlghtT
with Mr.. Norton" she answered
sweetly.
what a dear you arel I was afral,
you'd promise somebody else"
And then she laughed.
with the pleasant. agreeable MI
Morton" she continued, "who neve
says the wrong thing"
And then knew she meant the othe
onei I'm afraid l said a bad word
her mocking laugh followed me in tn
darkness. and echoed in my dream
that night. l wished had never seel
her-and took 1t back Immediately.
| debated n long time within mysel
whether or not should go to the Tel
rvs. but, as usual. ended by going.
could dance stag and take Dolly out
and-lovely idea-perhaps she woul
take me out, Then as thought OF tn
way had left her the night befor
this beautiful hope faded. What woul
she want with brute like me?
never saw her look better than tina
night at the Terrys dance; she was 4
white, which best became her, and sh
seemed to me like an angel And tina