The daily morning journal and courier. [volume] (New Haven, Conn.) 1894-1907, 1900-07-17

even when I stopped being crazy over
the theater,' she said. And L felt l.
didn't care so much about evening af-
fairs of any sort as l used to when
was girl. But | thought that was be-
cause | had gone about so much and
seen so many things that / had grown
blase, And then | hadn't begun to be
devoted to evening prayer meetings,
either,so l thought I was stu pretty
young and giddy. ! didn't really be-
lieve / was getting along until day be-
fore yesterday"
For a moment it seemed as II the
spinster was about to burst into heavy
sobs-lilie the meek turtle. But after
minutes struggle she went on.
IT went TO the Bronx then with
James Kipzon. You know he was an
old beau Of mine
Yes" said the married sister, remi-
niscently. He was paying attention
to you the year before I came out.
Dear me, what an old chap he must
bel"
mot at all" returned the spinster
with dignity. HE has changed very
little, except that he stoops more and
f|e''N'
on top. But he was always the most
entertaining Of men, and I used to
think he made love better than any
other man I knew. He always had
way with the girls. They used to say
that he had flattered more girls and
meant less by it than any other man,
He's been living in Omaha and
hadn't seen him for ten years. So !
was aWfully pleased when he turned up
last week and said we must have some
fun together again. He took me to the
theater night before last, and then he
proposed we should have day in the
woods such as we used to have in the
old times. OF course, I thought 1t would
be very pleasant, although I don't care
so much for outdoor parties as did
once. 1 get so stiff sitting around on
rocks and moss, but that is only be-
cause the ground is damp, or else be-
cause I have little tendency to-"
"Rheumatism?" asked the sister, in
nocently.
Nothing of the kind. It's either
sciatica or neuralgia; I'm not sure
which Well we went out to the
Bronx. Those are the only woods near
New York that care about. 1t was
a stunning day--blue sky, green leaves,
dogWood, flowers in the grass, and all
that sort of thing. Jim quoted poetry,
of course. That's one of his old tricks.
He put his overcoat on the grass for
me to sit on an chose place where I
could lean back against a tree. and he
had brought two illustrated papers and
a ms o zinc of ponlN "a
did all the things a man ought to do
to make one comfortable, and when he
got me to feeling all ready to purr-he
became sentimental-preci as he
used to do in the old days. And It was
then | discovered the awful truth"
She paused and drew long breath.
"Why, what on .earth was the mat
ter?" said the married sister. 1T all
sounds beautiful to me-" She involun-
tarily sighed.
my dear" said the splinter in tragic
tones, cit bored met
There was moments silence Then
the spinster went on desperately:
That settled it. you know, He did
it just as we'll as ever. He was Just as
devoted and just as amusing as he was
in the old days. For little while it
seemed nice enough But ] had been
with him all the evening before and all
that morning, and at lunch, and we
didn't get home until nearly O'Clock.
Why, when / was young'-she euped
little over this phrase-"a man could
have talked sentiment to me for a
week at time and l would just have
loved it. And this bored me! I wished
he would talk of sensible things! Then
i knew l was growing old"
She rose and went to the glass, tuck
ID in a stray hair-pin and patted her
cheeks and eyes with her handkerchief.
Then she put on her glove in bust
ness-like fashion.
well, ] just wanted to tell you
about it, Mary" she said, II thought
you ought to know it before other peo-
pie, SO You wouldn't be surprised at
anything you heard"
What are you going to do?" asked
he married siser The spinster had a
look of grim determination that filled
her with vague alarm.
II am going to join the Mothers
club" said the spinster firmly.
Yes" she went on in response to
the gasping wonder of the matron. "1f
am too old to be made love to and en-
JOY it, there is place where I can
fnd a field. In no other department Of
society is instruction more needed, and