Wheeling register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1878-1935, 1901-03-07

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Copyright, 1900. by Daily Story Pub. Col
"Oh, I've a heart and it's warm and true,
And I'll KEEP it safe at ease,
And If one l love should come to WOO
III give when l pleaset'
-DINAH UNLOCK CRAIK
They were aghast-the whole family.
The rebel met their chances with a de-
mure defiance quite staggering in its
gentle determination.
why not?" she asked.
why not?" Her brothers tone was
distinctly wrathful. why should you
the daughter of a State Senator, dis
grace your family by going to work in
a millinery store-in a little country
town at that?"
4 don't see that the fact my father
was one time a State Senator is any
reason I should not wish to clothe the
body of my fathers daughter. There
you're shocked. I know I'm covered
but I'm not clothed. And | mean to
have in the future a penny to spend
and a penny to lend. You next, Mar
cia,"
Marcia would never see again her
sweet thirtieth summer Marcia was
tall and angular. She was also senti-
mental. 1t is unfortunate TO be sen
timental. So is a tendency to epilep-
sly. In the sanctity Of her boudoir-so
she called her bed room-she still read
the weekly story papers, the thrilling
of which had gfortified her
youthful years. And she wept over
%shrieking, wasp-waisted maidens, of
red-throated beasts done to death by a
hero of malacca zane proportions, at
tired in an evening suit and an Apollo
thatch of curls. She also kept her
hair in kid crimpers, and waited for
the prince to come. The prince-or
the earl-or the count. She was not
queror would bear. His love and the
ancestral estates-with the coronet
thrown in. would satisfy her shrinking
maiden heart She was vaguely con
WINGED that a coronet always went
with a lordly prefix. You know moth
ing about millinery" she declared,
looking at her sister, who stood
straight and attentive before her.
And 1 must say i agree with Tom.
The work you propose doing is be-
Meath you, Calypso. and"
GO slow, Marcia. It's the only work
| car do-weIl. And I have learned
the trade. | took a course of lessons
the month l spent with Aunt Ida in
Chicago. Besides my name isn't Calyp-
So"
Marcia sent her a iaundieed glance.
That's what you were c~hristeaed. 3"
I'm not responsible for what 1 was
christened. Calypso was a horrid old
thing who kept a tiresome man away
from his foolish wife for seven years.
Seven years-of knitting and unravel-
ling. And she is a model Of wifely
fidelity, I'd like to see the man I'D
knit and unravel for seven years."
She looked from one TO the other OF
her hearers-a belligerent little beauty
AT least there were exquisite proDa-
bilities in that young form. When
those arms should have rounded to
shapeliness-when that bosom should
have bourgeoned TO beauty-and the
face-the little, ager. fashing-eyed,
alert face, How lovely it would be,
You don't have TO. CALI" put In her
brother. There's VIII Lloyd-adores
the ground you walk on. And he gets
two hundred a month, and
And sings out OF tune and looks
Ike a rodent supplemented Callie.
But there are lots OF other fell
lows" he continued quickly. There
Il Eu&ene Cory
who viii be grown up some day II
he lives"
Marcia dismissed the question with =
wave OF her hand II ~ exe = anx-
ious 70 leave your famllJs - 49,