The Scranton tribune. [volume] (Scranton, Pa.) 1891-1910, 1901-11-07

| look sympathetic and ask interested
questions, and their friendship threat
! cned to die out. Bobby told himself
great many times % day that he did
not care; and when people say the,
do not care, it is usually n sign tina,
they do. And one morning Bobby con-
cluded that he cared so much that he
must tell her so.
Accordingly. he hurried home that
afternoon TO dress, and discovered on
his bureau II note from Sue, the first
| i'll many moons. Ie opened it quick
| ly and read:
Dear Bob: Lord Surveys taste in
! rings is exquisite. Come and see me
2s soon as you can. there's q dear.
Hastily, Sue"
Into his clothes, out of the house. and
up town dashed Bobby, white with
emotions that are best described as
''miXed." AS the car crept along, he
tried to think of what to tell her. of
what he really thought of her nova
mere title hunter, little coquette. 1t
was abominablc. Women We're all
alike, and the world was sham, with
no ray of true love, honesty or happi-
ness in it.
"Women. BAH" said Bobby, ring
ing the bell with Il jerk.
AS he entered the parlor d dark,
handsome man was taking leave of
Sue with an easy dignity and charm of
manner that Bobby could not but ad.
mire, and IL dull little ache deadened
the wrath in his heart. Sue turned red
as Il cherry when she saw Bobby, and
bade his lordship goodbye with an
animation which called forth grave
frn IN n ba nh
on his coat in the hall.
He seems rather Il fine fellow" said
Bobby.
Indeed he is" cried Sue
II congratulate him. said Bobby,
slowly. looking ut Sues pretty hands.
"Why don't you wear it?"
Wear what, for goodness sake"
Il don't understand" said Bobby,
weari!y. will you please EXPLAIN"
and from his pocket he drew forth the
note.
Sue glanced at ii with little frown.
then cried. What II fool | am. I've
sent YOU the wrong note"
My name is Bob
It's Bah. goosy. / always make
my os like as. No wonder you looked
savage when you came in. 1t was a
little familiar'
"Still I fail to see why you write in
that way about your engagement, and
then assume an air of Innocence Wher
an old friend asks about it. Are yol
a hypocrlte, too?'
What do you mean? I'm not en-
gagged. It's Bah Gleason. Lord Sur
rey proposed to her three weeks ago
I wrote that note to her and one Ia
you asking you to dinner for you've
neglected me shamefully lately. And
| must have mixed those children up.
DO forgive me-
Bobby drew long breath and smiled.
Sue, I'm ii brute, and | beg your par
don"
Sue sat down at the piano and played
a popular air.
"Suc, I'm sorry"
Join in the chorus Bobby. It's
awfully pretty"
Bobby took her hands from the keys,
and held them firmly.
II think | love YOU very much" he
said. Are you going to throw me
over?''
Sue dlmplod, and tried to draw her
hands away.
"Do you, or don't you?" asked Bobby
"Are YOU quite sure that you want
to marry Il fisher Of mcn"'
"Quite,"
'Are you absolutely certain You do
when I confess that ] sent that note
on purpose?"
Indeed" said Bobby, las a bait |
presume?"
you We're So disaerceablr,' she
murmured, that knew YOU would not
come unless you-cared,"
And since have come asked
Bobby, with Il twinkle in his eye,
'What have you 10 say for yourselt?''
THAT l love YOU" said Sue. "Please
kiss me right away"
Aud Bobby obeyed Alice Bishop in
New York Commercial Advertiser,