Barre evening telegram. (Barre, Vt.) 1898-19??, 1899-03-13


suppose there are men living even now
IA few of them anyway-who are
faithful like that,
My heart gave Il great bound of JOY.
for had been longing to ask Phyllis
certain question for many months, and
Phyllis was not always kind. laugnred
well for my question from her late re-
mark, hut. mindful of the lesson of
the earlier evening | was careful to al
low nothing of my elation to be seen.
"Phyllis, asked again, holding
both her hands in mine under pretense
of giving her her muff, phyllis, do
you think l m one Of those men =
"I-I-don't know perhaps, said
Phyllis. blushing gloriously, but she
pulled her hands away from mine in a
hurry and set her face toward the street.
was at loss how to continue the
interesting series of questions which
might never be so sympathetically and
conveniently propounded and responded
to again, and again Fate or Providence,
in the form of the girl who sat imme-
diately in front Of us, came to my aid.
ooh, Phyllis!" she CRIED evidently
forgetting all about the snub admins
tered by that charming damsel in dis
cussing Cyrano's lawful nose "oh,
Phyllis, won't You decide the question
Mr. Barnton and have been disputingy
Do you think it would have been easy
for Roxane to love Cyrano in spite of
his nose if she hadn imagined herself
in love with the other man, or would
that fearful member have rendered any
girls love impossible p
Phyllis shifted audibly.
"Well. according to my opinion,
my way of thinking" she announced
with decision, "the girl who would
stop'to think of the shape of a man 3
nose after he had proved himself at all
worthy of her would be too small and
little, in point of soul and heart, to be
worth any man S love. 1t doesn't seem
to me such little thing as a nose
even if it as big as Cyrano's seeing
that the other girl and her escort sus-
pected A pun and were preparing to
smile. Fought to be allowed to enter
into the consideration of such ques-
ton at all. l don't see just how it
could, for that matter. For my part,
after the first shock of getting used to
it was over, of course" this with Il
hasty. half furtive glance in my direc-
ton, II don't see how it could have
anything to do with the question of
love at all. y
ktyT,n hn1.ox-n I nn,11I h,i,,,r
myself to love man with nose like
Cyranos. persisted the other girl,
whose escort, soon to assume nearer
relationship if common report was to
be believed boosted a nose modelled
something after the snub pattern, and
once more Phyllis shifted.
81 could" her attitude seemed to
say as her friend kept on chattering
and laughing, and l took advantage Of
the moment to slip my hand over hers,
as it hung at her side, the soft folds of
her pretty dress in its grasp. Phyllis
own nose is dainty little feature, but
it was elevated in a manner more de-
cided than graceful just then-another
fact from which l augured well. Nor
did she snatch her hand away. as l had
half expected her to do.
"Phyllis, murmured again as we
reached the street and stood waiting
for the carriage edo you think you
could love man in spite of his Big
nose, if he happened to have one?'
Phyllis looked trif1e scared, but the
good blood which made her soldier al
cestors famous for their deeds Of val)r
made her brave and trife daring, so
she glanced up courageously to meet
my eyes.
oil think so, ;" she whispered back,
trembling little, but not shrinking
from my eager face in the least, and
cncc more ! was emboldencd 10 further
risking of my fate
"Phyllis, | said. whispering myself
now, "do you think you could love me?"
There was Il moments silence be-
tween u.s. and then was helping Phyl-
lis into the carriage But she had tim
idly murnured "Yes" in the interval,
and that is the reason | am now firm in
my belief that Mansfield, concerning
whose histrionic genius | had been care
lessly doubtful heretofore, is the great
est actor America has ever seen OF will
see for many day to come, and in this
opinion Phyllis, who presented me with
framed photograph of Cyrano and
who has not fewer than seven other
photographs of the man who made him
famous stuck about the walls of her
own sitting room, most heartily con
ours. Chicago Post.