The White Pine news. [volume] (Treasure City, Nev.) 1868-1906, 1899-07-20

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I'M let us speak no more about
Sb IT,"
MY mother stretched her plump,
small hands towards the fire. her fin
gers layishly ornamented with rings,
the coquetry of ladies in the COS.
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 were brought up more simply;
they asplred no higher than to play the
piano prettily, write correctly, and
make 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 humilate their parents, and often
their husbands. They were then really
home angels.
You exhaust my patience, and
can't bear such prejudices. Home
angels indeed As If one must be a
fool or a nonentlty to be domestic. A
bright woman could never be satisfied
with the role you assign her. If you
had not wasted your time at college.
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
woman?"
II am certain of it!'
Every well, then; we will 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 motherl I 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 Nine. Desjardins' she greeted me as
''little James" This exclamation upset
me.
l expected her to ask me II had
brought my marbles along, but instead
of that she presented me to her daugh-
tiers. The twin sisters resembled each
other only in their dress. Mile. Martha
I,.o Il
goddess, with pure, straight features.
Mile. Rose was less imposing, 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 waltz we chatted. She was
witty and little sharp, this meek-l look
ing little blonde. l started conversa-
ton ON commonplace subjects, and In
a short space of time had judged my
companion 10 be most charming lit
tie woman, and it was with much re-
luctance | left her side.
Blue eyes, blue gauze, smiling lips,
and a 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
daughter?
In another week must again accom-
pany my mother to the weekly recep-
ton of Nine. Desiardns, and then they
would come TO my mothers Friday eat
home"
Thus twice n week l saw her, and
naturally fell in love deeper and deep
er. Dear little Rose" thought |, true
home angel. What a wife she will be
to make home bright and happy-for
some one" A strange fear came over
me when | recalled many instances
where Rose had appeared anxious TO
avoid me, perhaps out of consideration
for her sister. or perhaps to save me
from disappointment.
Under the torture OF this sudden sus-
pense flew 10 my mother. Il must
make clean breast OF 1t. mother dear; |
love Rose, and you must help me to
gain her"
20, James, Is not this somewhat sud
len? And those convictions you have
cherished -"
Nonsense, mother; listen, this is
erlous. You Will admit that 80 sweet
nd unpretending girl is seldom found
low. No more words. please. but do,
Ike the good mother you sre, 20 and