The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1898-05-07
a M1ItR ADVANCED MAE.
London Outlook; she was sitting q

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london Outlook: shciwas sitting on
q Welsh wall swinging her feet They
were slim, well shod feet! She spent a
fortune on her shoes-there was also a
liberal display OF ankle.
The man beside her wns smart and
well set up: Soldier was writ large all
, over him.
The rain had begun. and though nelth-
er OF them had an umbrella, they neither
of them, moved.
III rains alike upon the Just and upon
the unjust" mufmuredl tho man.
"oh. no. II Doesn't The hair Of the
unjust generally ctirls naturally. that
Of 1.-THE Just becomes limp and hldeo,is. i
am one of the u~njust,,t
rYou certainly are-nlways TO me"
Don't preach, Jim. Give me a ,cl-
garette; II would be comforting"
NO. / shan,t!',' answered the man.
with decision, s'fcr I'm going TO kiss
you"
She cuddlcd her head down on his
shoulder. After a few. minutes he HIT
ed his face from hers to look at her.
Her eyes we're closed. and she had the
look OF n placid kitten basking In the
sunshine,
Are you happy, dear2. he whispered.
Very
why viii you marry that horrible
mann"
Rags opened her eyes. sat up, shook
the rain drops from her hair and put n
small, cold hand over his mouth,
Il have told YOU oycr and. over again
that my mind is made up. He Is tho
third richest commoner In England and
will he Muster Cutler next year.
You'd far better marry met; We
shouldn't be SO awfully poor!"
my good young man." said Rags, in
a weary voice, The has got more thou
sands than we would have shillings,
and l shall have frocks as the sand on
the %seashore."
when you deal In metaphors you get
mixed. The sand on the seashorc has
no frocks." 3
Don't try 20 be superior. Jim; 1t
doesn't suit you. You're only q good
lookin, stupid, honest otfice-boy. but
I'm fond OF YOU"
When YOU are Mistress Cutler, may
l come and see You
Rags turned herself slowly and looked
at him She narrowed her gray eyes
and shook her head.
Il think not; you see, when I have
married that Cutler beast, i shall
spend his monev--heaps OF money. I
don't like him; I$don't respect him;
but I won't make him a laughing stock,
and AWAITS the word? It comes In
Shakespeare. y
ITS an ugly wo.d, and you mustn't
use IT,
II shall use Just whatever words I
please. You needn't pretend SthatJyou
think me an innocent, blush-rose sort
Of a maiden, for II am nothing OF the
sort. l know this, that II some day you
came to see me. and I was miserable.
as. 1 shall be miserable sometimes, and
you held out your hand. I should take
1t. and we should both race down hill
to the devil, just as we raced down the
CVmfre the other evening when we
were late for dinner"
Jim was silent for a moment. then he
said, slowly: You are the, only woman
! ever heard confess to the smallest
possibility OF going to the devil.
My dear boy. what's the use OF
humbug? II II wasn't that ] am such
: a coward ! might have gone long ago.
But somehow, Just when think / am
going, the Afterward gets up and
moclts me. and I turn meekly back. I
can't face the Afterward."
But, dearest. might not the After
ward sometimes be kind?"
"Neve. to women. To women It al
ways m in the garb of a London
street arab 'Va-aing' and making Along
nose. ] don't know how 1t comes to
men, perhaps In the shape of a pretty
hallelujah lassie singing 'Dllly! DIly!
Dilly! D!lly!! come TO me and be saved!'
There. don't look grleved. you kind
and foolish 10y. Kiss me again! l like
you to kiss me best Of any man I
know" ,fa - 1tr4n rSt!E,
Rags So
"oh, you needn't think you are the
only man who has kissed me-lots of
them MISUNDERSTANDING that.
It's like sneezing. n OF the few sim
pie pleasures left to US. However,;
whatever the Afterward may be, the
present. Is uncommonly damp. and we'd
best go home"
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