The Forrest City times., 1899-10-13
Because of Ideals
knAY walk home with you?" he
IvI asked.


lvl asked.
1t was past eight o'clock on a wet
winter night. and they had just come
out of church, where the vicar had
been discoursing eloquently on the So
cial equality of man.
The girl looked up at the sky, opened
her umbrella and said: Yes
"You think he was right? 2" The man
nodded his head in the direction of the
building they had just left.
Not at ALL said she, with little
toss of her head. Il think he was all
wrong in general"
''But in particular?''
"You and / have nothing to do with
particulars" she remarked, kicking
away a stone which lay in her path.
1--WE are particulars
mo, we are not" retorted the girl.
"We are most decidedly generals. My
father is Gen. Carwithen, my GRANDPA
ther was Gen. Carwithen; your father
is-a general dealer" This latter was
said under her breath.
The man did not contradict her; he
merely asked her if it made any differ
ence 10 themselves.
81 think we are, and always shall be,
as far apart as those two stars" she
said, sadly.
The rain had ceased, and two watery
stars twinkled feebly in the gloomy
sky.
II am nearly home now," she said,
after little silence. 'You had better
not come any farther. Good night"
The man apparently did not see the
hand she held out. He said good night
laconically, but he turned and watched
her until she was out of sight.
Once home, she flung herself on the
bed III an agony of despair. The man
found his friend awaiting him on his
doorstep.
"Hulloa. You look bit down in the
mouth, Needham. 1 knew this busi-
ness wouldn't work satisfactorily, he
said a
TITS working splendidly." answered
the other.
'Then what is it?" asked his friend.
Randall Needham gave little laugh
and shrugged his shoulders. "The tale
is as old as the hills, Arthur" he said.
II am in love-"
"Phew!" calculated his friend.
80, it's all right" said Needham.
"She is perfect lady" Arthur glanced
round his friends study. Violins and
bows galore Uttered the room; music
was the dominating passion of the man s
life.
''She doesn't know?" he asked.
"Not she." answered Needham. "She
thinks my father is general dealer in
only heaven knows what! But I'll
make her own she loves me before she
does know. No one here has ever
guessed my story. l am poor violin
teacher, pure and simple"
'sNot so simple, either" Grosvenor
laughed.
The two men had brought out their
pipes and sat putting away at them to
their hearts content.
Look here, l met an old woman
know in the street to-day" went on
Grosvenor. Il told her l was staying
with you, and she asked me to dine
there; she turned up her lofty nose
with scorn at the bare idea of you
joining her select party at table. No
one is good enough for Mrs. Ranter;
she has her precious girls future to
think of, and you are not an eligible" !"
"Ranter!" echoed Needham. "Why,
that's the name of my best pupils
mother. Are you going?"
rs thy servant dog?" returned
Grosvenor.
''Mrs. Ranter is one of the most ar
rant humbugs on the face of this earth.
Nothing short of a title is worth any
thing to her." said Needham.
20, lnow her." returned the other.
al think sne would sell her soul for
position"
IF she had one" added Needham, and
they both laughed.
"How did that general dealer idea