The daily morning journal and courier. [volume] (New Haven, Conn.) 1894-1907, 1900-12-08

of cast, it would be a relief 1t makes
me sick to see a fellow go on like that
indefinitely. before a crowd. IT he'd
even change his clothes or grow beard
over that chin, or have hair cut, or
pick out another girl, or vary any old
thing besides the background. That
couple makes me tired"
Il wouldn't have believed you could
be so horrid. / wish I hadn't brought
you-and you used to be so sympathet-
ic. You're changing just as fast as you
can. | always knew men were disap-
pointing, but I thought you We're differ
ent. Why don't you go away? 1 wish
you would. oh, look at that Monday
Morning. He's gone away, hasn't he,
and she's standing on the track waving
to him, isn't she? Do look at that tear
on her cheek? Isn't that the cutest
thing! That's just the way ! used to
feel'
when each man left?'
mo, of course not, jealous boy
When you left, I cried perfect floods
that morning you came away, after We
were engaged, you know, Oh, how do
you do, Miss Wilson. You know my
Observation-Disclosures the pictures charm
ing? There's nobody quite like him, is
there? l always say he must have been
aWfully in love himself to know all
about it so well. Yes, it is pity he's
married, isn't it. 1t spoils them so to
get married.
That's so. They feel constrained to
paint the same girl all the time" said
the husband feelingly. He was ignored.
Yes. I suppose he must be a lovely
husband, if he hasn't changed. You
never can tell how they'll change. Oh,
yes, it really was too bad about Dicky.
These pictures always make one think
Of him. Not that he's so good looking
but It's the type, you know.
ooh, do you think SO? Well, yes, the
chin is like him, and the legs? Well,
you see, / never knew him in the sum-
mer, and men look so different in even
ing clothes. 1t really was dreadful, his
getting married, and 1t did just spoil
his work, too, didn't it? He hasn't
done a good love story since-just war,
nothing but war There are plenty of
men who could write stupid war books,
but there wasn't anybody who could
write love stories the way he could and
now that he's married | suppose he'll
forget how"
She looked around to see if her shots
were taking effect, but her husband
was out of range and standing before
a picture, with hint of reviving inter-
est in life showing in his face. She
joined him and looked at the picture be-
fore him. A seat in the bleachers and
row of hot, but happy men and boys,
with bullying eyes and grinning mouths
Underneath, the legend, 1.-THE Tenth In
ming
Now, that's bully" said the hus-
band. She looked at him with uncom-
pretending wonder in every line of her
pretty face.
"Wel, of all things! Do you like |
that? And you don't care a bit for
those dear sweet pictures about love! |
And I thought our tastes agreedn'
Her face was tragic, She moved over
to one of the cambria tea pictures, in /
which age dreams Of youthful love. and /
the artist kindly introduces a wrath of |
the departed lover, so that spectators 4
may get into the game and not think
the old lady is merely addicted to forty
winks after dinner in the interests of
digestion.
The young wife stared at the drawing
and crumpled her muff between her
hand, Her husband turned from the
oleachers and looked at her. For a few
he twisted his hat while she
-wirled her muff. There was q crease
his brows and her upper lip
was trembling. A tear that put the
Monday morning girls achievement to
shame slid down her cheek. He went
,ver to her penitently.
For Heavens sake let's get away
rom here, Pet. Wen be quarreling
,ver these blasted pictures, the first
hink we know. You look as if I beat
you and gave you one meal a day L
Vow don't, that's a darling"
Here the conversation became inartic- {
late; but as the couple went out of the
.allery he was giving a fair imitation
# the despised expression of the man
n the picture, and she was saying:
Do you really, truly, just as much as {
yer? Well, I hate those big leggy
nen with stubborn jaws don't you?- !
nd you like little girls better than tall !
mes, don't you?-and you remem-
En-"
Her voice was lost in the chorus of {
matinee girls. t
Aren't they just the cutest, sweetest G
ictures you ever saw, and don't they c
lake you feel you were in love with q
most anybody New York Sun. t
BETTER THAN A. PLEDGE.