The Wilmington daily Republican. (Wilmington, Del.) 1890-1902, 1898-09-20
SHE KNEW HER MIND.


10 herr"
"Fairly-oh, she's we'll enough an,
decidedly up-to-date! Her skin II
lovely, too. wouldn't fret about 1t
Doll; they met by chance, no doubt"
Doll had swung to the mirror.
Lovely skin, think"
Eyes, it stands strong light"
Doll WINGED.
"Oh, these freckles!"
Don't mind the freckles, dear"
But l do mind them" cried Doll.
You're bound to have them, child
with your copper-colored hair; tina,
hairs gift from the gods, and ths
treckles don't show at night"
"Am I never seen by day? I DOM
dare 90 out without a veil-a thickly.
dotted one, too! A summer girl
can't be-"
You're something a thousand times
BETTER" said Jane, "a 'winter-up-to-
date You're morbid about your
freckles, Doll, definitely and down.
rightly daft. You're worse than ever,
lately, and know exactly why"
isn't he great, Jane?"
"Don's all right" said Jane, with de-
cision, but as If a trife fatigued;
come, dear, I'm going home"
She stabbed her smart hat with two
spikes, as she spoke, and lifted her COL
lars fur hem. She was groomed and
gowned to perfection, with a cool chin
refined well in the air. One thought
Of thoroughbred. A big diamond
blazed from her hand. She gave 1t a
sort Of impressive pat, as she drew on
her dark, castor glove.
Happy" asked Doll, rather sharp
", following the motion Of the hand.
"As you'll bel" said Jane, with ex-
preston, nipping her cheek, as she
passed. Her skirts skinned the steps
with crisp frou-frous.
Letter." she called back, laughing.
II believe l have once seen that hand"
Doll gave the postman a dazzling
smile that made him think August was
near, then, in haste banged the door In
bis face. She flew to palm-screened
corner and kissed, then rent, the en-
velope. A clipping from newspaper
tiuttered out. She caught 1t up and
read:
"Freckles painlessly and permanent
" removed. Nine. Duval, after life
long study Of the complexion, has at
last discovered simple, harmless, and
effective cure for all dishgurements of
The skin; such as freckles-"
=
Hang all women" cried Don. Then
he drew note from pocket, and read
t again, for change.
your impertinence should receive
he silence 1t deserves. But fearing it
night lead you to call again"
Don crushed the paper to pulp; he
grew white about his tight lips; then
lie smoothed it carefully out again,
thinking in It's odor and sheen. It
eemed to him he could see her pretty
land tracing each gracilent line; the
upple curve of satiny throat; the
wirls Of copper-red hair.
"Jove!" he cried. "I'll not lose a
,irl like that, without tasting some
,ody's blood"
He swallowed his dinner heedlessly,-
hen dressed with deliberate pains. He
lad heard that he was handsome, but
lad never cared much before. Now,
le took keen notes in the glass. Yes,
lis features were we'll put together, his
oloring, strong and clean. His fig
re was built for action, with sort of
irile grace. Women liked him, he
new.
Women? Who cared for the plural,
1hen one woman turned her face?
light o'clock found him ringing at her
DOR. A new maid opened it to him.
'hus far, Providence smiled. She
tared when he said: "No name"
1t seemed to him a century until he
card the swish Of silken skirts. The
ortiere fell with founce. Doll, be-
Itching and trife curious, stood be-
ore his eyes.
you, Mr.. McLain"
Yes, Its Il" he cried hotly;
you've treated me unfairly, Doll-Pve
ome to tell you sol"
She laughed queer little strangled
ugh, and lifted one hand to her
,roat. Never had he looked to her
, handsome, so earnest, so manly, so
dear. She swallowed the big lump
lat choked her, and gazed at him with
,ony scorn.
I'm not the only fellow, Doll, that
YER told a girl she was loved!"
Doll gave little gasp.
Il northumberland you," she said.
ri don't think you do" replied Don.
Now, Doll, what does it mean?"
She drew an envelope from her gown.
1--WE not looked at it SINCE" she
led.
my wretched tact, suppose said
on; ut serves me exactly right. |
lould have spoken myself, as l ought
have done, and not sent proxy of a
,em!"
POEM" cried Doll, with staring
'es; 1T was a horrid wash"
Don turned the slip he held. He
1t too serious to laugh. just then, but
smile curved his handsome lip. Doll
atched the slip from his hand and
ad, this time, its other face:
Does she love me?
Does she hate me?
This, question, night and day.
She read no more. The paper flut-
red down. He caught her hard, by
tn wrists.
which is it, Doll?" he cried, low
d tense, (which is it? Tell me
ick!"
Her ruddy head made sudden wreck
his splendid Roman tie. :. !
"Oh, Don, think It's both!" |
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