Butler citizen. [volume] (Butler, Pa.) 1877-1922, 1900-05-31

| might be no better off. But you
Germans are born with an appetite for
burrowing You can't help yourselves.
You must sniff after reasons, just as
that dog must after n mole. He knows
perfectly we'll he will never catch 1t,
but he's under the imperative necessity
of digging for It"
But he might find it."
Might! But he never has and never
will. Life Is too short to run after
nights We must have certainties."
She tucked the box under her arm
and was about to walk on when Greg
ory Rose, with shining spurs, an os-
trich feather In his bat aud n silver
headed whip. careered past. He bow
cd calamity as he went by. They
waited till the dust OF the horses hoofs
had laid.
There" said Lyndall. goes a true
woman, one born for the sphere that
some women have to fill without be-
Ing born for II. How happy he would
be sewing frills into his little girls
frocks. ant how pretty he would look
sitting I'm parlor, with n rough man
making love to him! Don't you think
soT'
Il shall not stay here when he Is
master" Waldo answered, not able to
connect any kind of beauty with Greg
ory Rose.
81 should imagine not. The rule OF
u woman is tyranny, but the rule OF a
man woman grinds fine. Where are
you going?'
Anywhere"
"What to doY'
"See-see everything"
"You will be disappointed.
"And were your
YES. and you will be more SO. |
want some things that men and the
world give You do not. II you have
a few yards OF earth to stand on and
a bit Of blue over you and something
that you cannot see to dream about,
you have all that you need. all that
you know how to use. But like to
see real men. Let them be as disagree
able as they please, they are more In
teresting to me than flowers or trees
or stars or any other thing under the
sun. Sometimes" she added, walking
on and shaking the dust daintily from
her skirts, when / am not too busy
trying to find new way Of doing my
hair that will show my little neck to
better advantage or over other werk of
that kind--sometimes 1t amuses me
intensely to trace out the resemblance
between one man and another, to see
how Tant Sannie and !, you and
Bonaparte, st. Simon on his pillar and
the emperor dining Off larks tongues
are one and the same compound, mere
ly mixed In different proportions. What
IL microscopic in one Is largely devel-
oped in another, what is n rudimentary
in one man Is an active organ In an
other. but all things are In all men,
and one soul is the model of all. We
shall find nothing new In human na-
ture after we have once carefully dis
sected and analyzed the one being we
ever shall truly know-ourself.
"The Kaffir girl threw some coffee on
my arm In bed this morning. | felt dis
pleased, but ssid nothing. Tant San
ME would have thrown the saucer at
her and sworn for an hour, but the
feeling would be the same irritated
displeasure. If huge animated stom-
ach like Bonaparte were put under
glass by a skillful mental mlcroscopist,
even he would be found to have an en-
bryonic doubling somewhere indica-
tive of a heart and rudimentary bud
dings that might have become con-
science and sincerity. Let me take
your arm, Waldo. How full you are
of mealle dustl No; never mind. 1t
will brush off. And sometimes what Is
more amusing still than tracing the
likeness between man and man Is to
trace the analogy there always Is be-
tween the progress and development of
one individual and Of n whole nation
or, again, between single nation ana
the entire human race. 1t Is pleasant
when 1t dawns on you that the one Is
lust the other written out In large let
ters and very odd to find all the little
follles and virtues and developments
and retrogressions written out In the
big worlds book that you find In your
little internal self. 1t is the most
amusing thing know of, but of course,
being woman, | have not often time
for such amusements. Professional
duties always first, you know. 1t takes
n great deal Of time and thought al
ways to look perfectly exquisite, even
for n pretty woman. Is the old buggy
still in existence, Waldo|
Eyes, but the harness is broken"
"Well, | wish you would mend It,
You must teach me to drive. ! must
learn something while ! am here.
got the Hottentot girl to show me how
to make 'sarsarties' this morning and
Tant' Sannie is going to teach me to
make kapjes.' | will come and sit
with you this afternoon while you
mend the harness."
THANK you"
mo; don't thank me. ] come for my
own pleasure. / never find any one /
can talk to. Women bore me, and men
talk so to-'Golng to the ball this
evening? Nice little dog that Of yours.
Pretty little ears. So fond of pointer
upsr And they think me fascinating,
charmlngl Men are like the earth, and
we are the moon. We turn always
one side to them. and they think there
is no other because they don't see 1t,
but there is."
They had reached the house now.
Tell me when you set to work. sho
said and walked toward the door.
Waldo stood to look after her, and
Doss stood at his side, n look OF pain
full uncertainty depicted on his small
countenance and one little foot poised
in the mir. SlrouId he stay with his
master or gol He looked Mt the figure
with the wide straw hat moving to-
ward the house, and he looked up at
his master. Then he put down the lit
tie paw and went. Waldo watched
them both in Mt the door and then
walked away alone. He was satisfied
that at least his dog was with her.
CHAPTER XVIII.
TANT' sANNIE HOLDS AN UPsITrING,. AND
GREGORY WRITES A LETTER.
1t was Just nfter sunset and Byndall
had not yet returned from her first
driving lesson when the lean cOlored
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