The Worthington advance. [volume] (Worthington, Minn.) 1874-1908, 1900-08-10

around this time Of year, particularly,
it'll do to spend week or SO in-trees
all in foliage, lilacs and snowballs and
things in bloom-all that sort o. thing.
We never said Washington wasn't pref
.ty, did we? But it's SO slow wonder
how we managed to live there con-
tentedly as long as we did, don't you?''
"Ye-er-ye-es," answered the wife
of his bosom, but her eyes seemed to be
far away.
'Look at this zoo, now" said tho
male person of the couple.to the wife
of his bosom when he took her to the
Central Park menagerie the other Sum
day; something like q zoo, isn't it p
She looked up at him hesitatingly.
II don't think the scenery's so pref
ty a. the Washington Geological park,
do you?" she inquired, in 1 sort of muf-
fed tone.
Emo, blamed if think it is, come
to think of it," said he, scratching his
chin reAectively. That's right--it
isn't. But this is over in New York, you
soc! Now, if the Washington zoo-1
mean the park, and the situation and
all that-were over here, instead of ad.
jacent to pokey old Washington,
why"
He didn't mention just what, the ad-
vantage would be, perhaps for an obvi-
| Gus reason.
Thus they went on. Three or four
times day the male person of the
couple would dwell with great (if care
fully worked-up) enthusiasm upon the
real thingness (thus to phrase it) of
existence in New York as compared
with nothing more'n Information,
I'd call it," said HEN Washington,
and on each occasion she would fall in
line with ''ye-es" hatreally,appeared
to proceed from point not much
nearer her heart than her throat.
It so happened that one evening not
long ago, as they sat by the front win
dows of their abiding places in New
York-he dwelling with his usual in.
sistence upon the joys of life on Man.
haitian island as compared with "rust-
ing away in Washington. and she re-
plying with only an occasional "ye-es''
"a band of six or eight colored men,
some of them with guitars and banjos
and mouth organs,wentby, Singing and
playing. The two young persons from
Washington, man and wife, remained
very quiet until the last echo of the
music had died away far up the street.
sounds like" the man started to
say, turning sheepishly to the wife Of
his bosom, and then he observed that
she had her handkerchief folded up
into a wad about an inch in diameter,
and that she was dabbing first one eye
and then the other with the wad.
Sounds like Washington on summer
nights, doesn't it? said the male per.
son, with a sort of vacuous grin on his
face. Kind o. restful and familiar,
eh:"
Every" replied the wife of his
bosom, continuing to dab at her eyes
with her wad of a handkerchief.
Then they were silent for little
while.
"Come to think of it, Washington
isn't such bad old place, after all,
is it?'' said he, pulling at an ear, re-
| HecClVely.
mo, it isn't" she replied, decisively.
Dear old Washington"
'"That's right" said he. Dear old
Washington's what say, too.''
They were silent again for awhile.
"Wouldn't mind going ack to the lit
tie old place, would your" said he,
breaking the pause, and looking out of
the window so as not to have to face
her.
I'D just love to, and that's the
TRUTH" said she, "but we can't go back
yet awhile, can we?-you know how
everybody said we wouldn't stay more
than six weeks in New York, although
we declared we were going to remain
forever, and-a nd-they'd just guy us
awfully if we went back now, wouldn't
they?"
yep, that's fact,' said the man,
ruefully.
'Dear old Washington" said she.
Dear old Washington" said he
WASHINGTON Star.