The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1899-08-23

women are firts..
is an old question, and one that
never seems to be answered in way
satisfactory to all.
Sometimes quite young bachelor
will toss his head and with worldly
wise air assert, as though there could
not be any possible chance Of mistake,
ssOh, all women are hirts. To say
thissis to say that all women are vain,
conceited and dishonorable; for it is
certainly vain to, o,desire to attract at
tention just for attentions sake and
surely it is far from honorable to win
admiration, and even love, with the
deliberate intention Of throwing the
admirer over when it suits whim to
do so. Therefore, be careful, young
bachelor, lest some wise maiden who
has thought a few things out for her
self, will take you to task for this and
not allow your remark to pass as light
II as you think it will.
The older man is a little more care
fulin his accusation. Perhaps this is
not because his judgment is more ma
sure, but because he has somewhat
departed from the conclusion he jump
ed at in hiA youth, and is willing to
acknowledge that he really does not
know.
It is BY no means true that all wo-
men are firts. But it is true that all
women are born with desire for ad-
miration. Ii is this desire given tco
much sway that leads to the firt.
Do you know the girl do-who
has a, host Of admirers that she has
gathered about herself and yet who
will never be SO happy with any OF
them as she will appear to be with the
tickle man who has devoted himself to
some sweet and sincere little maid
ursil she has come his way and be-
guiled him with the smiles and pouts
whose power is not accidental? 1t is
her love Of conquest-it is the aattery
Of her yanity-that makes this pleas
ant to her. No use to tell the honest
little girl that it is. che best thing in
the world for her that she has learned
how inconstant her sweetheart could
be. The drop Of bitterness is added to
her cup for life, or, If not for life, it
willsbe weary, long time until she is
again quite certain that there are
strong men and true in the world.
Maybe, the firt does not mean to do
. thing so unkind. / hardly think
she does, for she is often more silly
than designing.
I know little story, ard it is not 3
happy little. story, you know that
many, many true stories are not. This
is about agirl in small town and a
man, who told the little town girl a
long time ago that she looked sweeter
in her pink muslin frock than the
prettiest rose that blew in her small
green-hedges garden.
Ths town girl entertained guest
from . nearby city. With all her
honest little heart, she wanted her
visitor to have a nice time. She was
proud Of the girls accomplishments,
and would sit by as quiet as mouse
and listen admiringly to the giri's
bright chatter and wish that she
".could feel so much at home among
strange, folk All the incest men
4 she knew were hidden to meet her
guest. Among them, of course, was
the most desirable catch Of the
town, the man who had told the little
girl how much he admired and cared
for her. BE sang with the visiting
girl, and found it pleasant. He drove
with her, and never did time pass
more quickly.
OF course, the visiting girl was we'll
bred, and she did not deliberately ap-
propriate the attentions that had al
ways been her friends. At least she
did not seem to. There was nothing,
in fact, that her little hostess could
define, and this is just the reason that
before the visit was over the town girl
found herself wondering, after she
wentto bed, why she felt so miserably
unhappy. It was long, long time
before she realized what had hap.
pened.
The city girl went back home. The
particular man Of this story missed
her, said so, and t..rned once more to
the little Aower-like girl. But things
are not quite the same. wonder il
they ever can be, don't you?
If that visiting girl had not been
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