The Wilmington daily Republican. (Wilmington, Del.) 1890-1902, 1898-11-01
A CONFESSION.

/ Do! salu ene, nOl0lnR out the lnnO
cent-looking little book with the flow
cred cover. You promised"
| "Well-if l must" / took up tn
pen and stared blankly at the ceiling
What am I to do?"
First you write your name-here.
She came and stood beside me ant
pointed over my shoulder. 30 I sub
scribed myself hers to command. NOV
your age"
What does that matter?"
ut shows how much wisdom may b
expected"
Five ! proposed, promptly.
mo! no." she cried, catching hold o.
my hand. you musl't be silly" o.
course, didn't mean to be, but wal
bound to pretend if it made her do that
"Thirty-one, then, il / must. It'i
awfully old, isn't it,"
MO-; not for a man. Now the
date. That's right"
snow you must be quite serious
/ please. This is very important ques.
ton. Is life worth living? No! You
are not to write till you have told ND
the answer"
"At the present moment-yes."
"You must answer generally-for al
ways"
I'm the present company-yes."
"You are not to mention me. !
won't have It," She nodded her head
decisively.
Then my Inspirations gone"
laid down the pen.
Pleased" took it UP again
IF the liver works. Will that do?''
1T isn't original" she objected.
-Four people have written 1t already"
Il know" said I, seizing the book
and writing rapidly. 1t depends on the
answer to another question, when l ask
II.
That's altogether too vague"
"Shall l make it more explicit?" I
looked right at her, and she went pref
tily pink.
There's no room for any more"
said she, hastily. Nov you turn over.
You have a lot more questions to an
swer."
Then I committed myself to the
statements that my favorlte author was
Shakespeare, (she wouldn't hear of
Kipling!) my favorite composer, Wag-
ner, (which wasn't true) my favorite
drink, beer, (which was) and various
other important facts.
That's very NICE" she said approx
insly, when had recorded that my
motto was PLUCK for luck" and my ia
vorite recreation reading sermons.
Now for your aesthetic tastes. Your
favorite colors?"
Blue in eyes and brown In hair;
Whatever color my lady wear!
"shall I add, gray, at PRESENT."
inquired. OF course, that was what she
was wearing.
II don't know what color your lady
wears. I didn't know you had a
lady"
There is one I should like to have"
"But that isn't the question:" she
said, quickly.
But it's going To be-"
Never mind. Go on. Your favorite
name?"
Edith, Of course. That is her name,
you know"
you're making game"
"Indeed, I'm not"
70, but you are! And you mustn't.
Now your favorite qualities in wo-
man. Seriously, mind! ! really want
to know"
Yours" I announced, decidedly.
She hastily removed the ink-pot.
II won't have any more nonsense"
"You told me to pat down the truth"
II shall have to tear 1t all out"
"Well," I sighed, I'll put something
else; but 1t won't be SO true" She
released the ink AL" wrote.
"Your favorite proverb?"
Faint heart never won fair lady.
I'll try not to be faint-hearted."
1.-THE addition was quite unneces-
sary," she commented severely. "Ev-
cry one knows you are dreadfully for
ward!"
1.-THE next question IS poser" re-
marked. III not yourself who would
you be?"
Some great horo-or writer-or
painter" she suggested, looking over
my shoulder. Her hair just brushed
that made my mind up.
I'm not so ambitions as that"
"Well, put down whatever you wish,
10 long as it's something nice"
"She-it--is very nice"
"But 1t mustn't be anything silly"
"Um! I'm afraid, perhaps, what l
want"
want to be- a.
ITO have"
20 mol That's not the question at
ILL.,"
"But suppose that my ambition is to
possess something-.or someho-"
THAT isn't the point" she interrupts
ID. do answer properly"
II know. Whomover you liked best.
1ou will make me smudge the book"
demonstrated, as she attempted to
match 1t away.
Every one will laugh at you"
II don't mind" I nibbled the pen
older thoughtfully. rs marriage a
allure? What am to say to that"
"Well-er-you don't know"
IT might say I'll try?"
"Yes-er-but-"
with some ones assistance?" She
lushed furiously. DO you know
,dith, it's very difficult question to
Perhaps you'd better skip It,"
II don't want to skip 1t. answered,
rmly, laying down the pen. What
want Is some one to help me in an
verlng 1t. Some one Of whom I'm
cry fond, very fond" I stood UP and
'ok hold of her hands. will you try.
die--my dear?"
The answer lie going to be very big
No." for little Edie-my Edie-said
and White.
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