The Hood River glacier. (Hood River, Or.) 1889-1933, 1899-05-26

66 400, mother, no; 1t is useless
IM let us speak no more about
SN It,"
My mother stretched her plump,
small hands towards the fire, her fin
gers lavishly ornamented with rings,
the coquetry Of ladies In the '60s.
James," said she, with her most dig
nified countenance, you are as stub
born as your father. He, too, objected
to marriage. He belonged to club
the poor man-to the Bachelors Club,
and had seriously sworn to remain
faithful to its principles. But you, too,
you will come to It,"
but, then, in my fathers day, young
girls We're brought up more simply;
they aspired no higher than to play the
plano Rrettlly, write correctly, and
make n graceful courtesy. Then, on
leaving school, young girls came into
their families with enough instruction
to understand the pages of romance
and follow a conversation, not enough
to humllate their parents, and often
their husbands They were then really
home angels"
"You exhaust my patience, and l
can't bear such prejudices. Home
angels indeed! AS If one must be a
fool or nonentity to be domestic. A
bright woman could never be satisfied
with the role you assign her. If you
hoH fV1n ot aol1arrn
you would not be so afraid of compari-
sons"
"You are too severe"
'Do you pretend that Latin and
Greek are incompatible with modesty,
sweetness and domestic qualities in a
woman"
Il am certain of itv'
Every well, then; we win speak no
more of marriage. You will accompany
me to Desjardins, for you will meet
the twin sisters, and you may judge
for yourself, since my experience is not
worth your own"
Poor little mother! l knew she and
her old friend, Nine. Desjardins, had
plotted together against my bachelor
hood, but girl with the degree of B. A.
was enough to frighten me into 1t more
securely than ever. When we arrived
at Mime. Desjardins she greeted me as
"llttle James," This exclamation upset
me.
/ expected her to ask me if I had
brought my marbles along, but instead
of that she presented me to her daugh-
ters. The twin sisters resembled each
other only In their dress. Mile Martha
was very beautiful brunette-a Greek
goddess, with pure, straight features.
Mile. Rose was less imposing, a sweet,
pretty blonde. | was sure that in spite
of her nineteen years she still played
with dolls. She certainly was not the
"learned young woman my mother
had proposed should court; It must
be the other one. There was dancing,
and offered my arm to Mile. Rose.
After a waltz we chatted. She was
witty and a little sharp, this meek-look-
Ing little blonde. started a conversa-
ton on commonplace subjects, and in
a short space of time had judged my
companion to be most charming lit
tie woman, and it was with much re-
.uctance l left her side.
Blue eyes, blue gauze. smiling lips,
and q cloud of golden hair were all min
gled in my sleep that night. Why not
the stately, statuesque, dark beauty
my mother would so gladly welcome as
a daughter?
In another week must again accom-
pany my mother to the weekly recep-
ton of Nine. Desjardins, and then they
would come to my mothers Friday "at
home"
Thus twice n week | saw her, and
naturally fell in love deeper and deep
er. Dear little Rose" thought l, 'true
home angel. What a wife she win be
to make home bright and happy-for
some onew A strange fear came over
me when ! recalled many instances