The Saint Paul globe., 1900-06-17
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Cleveland. p1ai. n,

Cleveland Plain Dealer
Ihey were wise in their day and genera
tion' were Aunt Lucy Favorsham and
her married sister, Miranda Burr They
had all the feminine maxims by heart,
and repeated them often, being incurabIy
loquacious.
Make up your mind to this, Lillian"
Mrs. Burr would say to her daughter.
1t is as easy for girl to love rich
man as poor one, and great deal more
sensible. I've been poor and 1 know what
1t means. You dwindle up like an acorn
IN wet season. I tell your aunt often
that you can't even be high minded with
out little money to manage it on.
really l believe half the folks who go
TO hell get there because the were so
poor they couldn't be good Envy, hatr ed
ana all Observation-Disclosures those are the
thlngs that come from poverty. Romance
doesh last as long as a cabbage moth
without some money to keep it going.
But with money it's possible to get along
quite agreeably in the house with almost
anybody"
Miranda drew her SMILES from the
farm life which she endeavored to for
get; her maxims, on the contrary, were
a tribute to the comfort of a city estab-
hshment, IN which she endeavored, with
but inoHerent success, to act the grand
lady
Aunt Lucy Favorsham was a trife
more adroit in dealing with her niece
than the girls own mother was.
Books and pictures and music and the
society of cultivated people-those things
go with money" she said. "And liberty.
That goes with money, too. 1t always
seemed to me that woman was no bet
ter than a chattel when she had to ask
grudging husband for every cent she
got. It's the humiliations and petty sac
rihces which go with poverty which Of
fend me. But no one can know the meas
ure OF those who has not had expert
ence."
The girl at whom these remarks were
directed looked somewhat wearlIy out of
the window and saw a young man coming
down the street. She flushed scarlet
then arose impulsively and went to meet
him, catching up her hat and sunshade
from the hall table as she passed
DICK, she said, as she ran down the
steps to meet him, Tets walk to Jeffer-
son square. I've been in all day. Don't
you think the vacation is tiresome, Dick?
I've been wishing and wishing today that
[ was back at school,
The young man looked at her tenderIy.
IF you were back at school, he said.
1 should not have the pleasure of this
walk"
But the girl did not look pleased at
this obviously sincere compliment.
They think about different things at
school" she said. ct is better to think
ABOUT s, history and geometery and-and
that, than about
she hesltated, confused in the midst of
her peurile speech
i don't understand he said
NO, L suppose not! I couldn't expect
you to, Dick" with a swift change of
expression, "hoW do you like this gown?"
pretty little gown, dear. no
ticed 1t the minute [ saw you. You never
had 1t on before, did you?'
NO | made it. Do you know why?
wanted to see how I would look if /
were poor mans wife and made my
own things. You say it is pretty, Dick.
but that's because you didn't know. 1t
is hlde0us. There isn't a seam in 1t
mats right. Everything is the matter
with it, and am never going to wear 1t
again."
Dick Underwood looked perplexed.
dare say We'll be able to manage
dressmakers, he said, somewhat doubt
fully But how strange You are today,
dear-angry ana not like yourself"
L am not going to- marry you, Dick.
We made up my mind I know Won
thought my answer was going to be diff
ferent, but [ have decided that it is TO
De no. We would wear on each other
horribly, L know we would, if we were
to be worried about-about bills and all
that can see just how miserable it
would be. It's everything which isn't
beautiful. It's hateful and common and
degrading. I've been thinking it ali
over
The young mans eyes were blazing.
NO you haven't" he denied, 'you've
been listening! It's your mother and
your aunt who have been instructing
you. And they have succeeded even in
making you think that love is not beau
tiful, have they? 1t seems impossible,
but they've done it, and-and if you don't
mind, Lillian, I'll leave you here. You
won't mind walking home alone Hs
lifted his hat and turned away from her,
tense and angry.
Dick! Dick! The cry was involun-
tary and freighted with keen alarm and
pain. The young man went on down
the street. not looking back. Lillian
Burr walked home and faced her mother
and her aunt, white faced and with lips
set.
i've followed your advice" she said,
accusingly. I've turned my back en-
poverty"
She went UP the stairs to her own room
and the women heard her turning the
key in the door.
Poor child" said her mother, with a
thrill of real compassion. It's a little
hard for her now
Yes" admitted Aunt Lucy. But Meth
er of them felt remorseful. They looked
on themselves in the light of surgeons
That night the girl folded up the little
blue frock she had worn and laid it away
in a box, With it she laid bunch of
letters, a wiIhered rose and copy of
LUCILLE
What a spectacle I am making of
myself" she sotloquized contemptuous-
ly. STILL" she reflected, 81 can hardly
be said to be a spectacle when there are
none by to see me. It's my own fool
ishness, and no one will ever know any
thing about it,
Two weeks later Erard Allen said to
her:
81 love you dearly, Lillian. I have ask
ed your mothers permission to speak to
you and she is quite willing.
''Oh, yes" said the girl with some bit
terness, 81 know she is entirely willing"
"And are you? Are you willing to be-
come my wife?''
''Why not?" responded the girl sharp
ly, and the lover had to make the most
he could cut of that ungracious accept
ance.
Mrs Erard Allen came to be known as
a brilliant and successful woman. Her
beauty, her wealth, her graciousness of
manner, her hearty friendliness, and her
intelligence won a distinguished place for
her.
what a different woman Lillian is from
what she might have been if she had