The daily sentinel., 1899-06-22
A FEW CASES OF LOVE.
some Illustrations of Matrimonial
Felicity Brought Out at =
Sewing Society.

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ever see in that woman, and yet she's
been married three times. And to nice
men, too."
'Yes. but the first one died at Dwight
and she was divorced from the sec
ond-"
But she's living with the third like
modern edition of Boucis."
1t was at sewing society and the
talk had drifted from servants to hus-
bands; thence TO love and marriage
20, it's all very well for people to lay
down hard and fast rules about what
kind of marriages will be happy and
what sort won't. After long and
varied experience with young people
I've come to the conclusion that it's all
luck" Thus spoke a serene-faced,
gray-haired woman who had earned a
right to respectable hearing from the
mastery manner in which she had just
cut the IA dozen flannel petticoats for
females of all ages, and without pat
tern, too.
Look at John Fitzgerald-as par
ticular and immaculate a man as ever
lived. His wife is pretty, but she start
ed to housekeeping with three'dish tow
els and uses old black stockings for
washcloths because they don't get
grimy like white ones-and vet he's
happy"
THAT makes me think of true story
heard about why Jennie BIS engage
ment was broken with that eastern
man." said the girl with the new gold
thimble. HE was one of these fas-
Ix,,t
dainty and pretty Jenny was. Well, he
fell terribly in love with her at New
port and followed her out here. And
they became engaged He was anxious
for speedy marriage because he want
ed to spend the autumn abroad. She
hurried her preparations and he was
most devoted. One day, such hot Au-
gust day, she had been shopping all
morning with her mother and met him
for lunch. She always looked dainty
and sweet and that day was no excep-
ton, but as they left the table she
dropped her handkerchief. 1t was Just
little moist, grimy ball. He picked it
up, and, after gazing at it an instant,
returned it. He was called to New York
by telegram that night and sailed alone
well, she married a much better
man." remarked the white-haired lady.
That is not so good as the story Jack
Frain told, is it, Elsie?" said the one
idle girl. "You know he's gone to St.
Louis to be best man at his friends we'd
ding, and he told us a lot about the
man. A year or so ago he became much
interested in a girl-a ST. Louis girl
and paid her a lot of attention. She
was bright, and unexpected, and pret-
ty. One night he took her to con-
cert. As she came into the parlor with
her jacket on one of the buttons was
hanging by thread. He admired her
and was observant of everything about
her and he wished she had sewed it on.
But she was bright and interesting and
he forgot it, and before they reached
home he had asked if he might walk
with her to church the next Sunday
When he saw her come into the parlor
on Sunday with the jacket button still
by the thread he didn't like it, and he
was relieved when, after service, the
jacket being fastened again, the but
ton dropped quite of. She laughed
about it and said she had meant to
fix it before and now she must do so.
He then asked her to go to the theater
with him on Wednesday evening. When
that occasion came there again was the
jacket minus the button. He was dis
gusted. 1t was too bad that a pretty,
sweet girl should be SO careless. But
before they reached home that evening
from the theater she had promised to
marry him. And he is going to marry
her tonight, too"
''None of your stories are equal o
one my grandfather used to tell" re-
marked another member OF the circle.
1T was about man who was deeply
in love with a beautiful girl, but had
been told she possessed high temper.
So he thought he would test her, and
one day when she was wearing an es-
pecially dainty gown he tipped glass
of wine over it, running it. She said it
was of no consequence, that he should
not trouble himself about it for mo-
ment, and went and changed it. When
she came back he asked her to marry
him. After they were married he told
her about the fest, and that he never
had seen such amiability. o. she an
swered, you didn't know that went
upstairs and bit a piece out of the