The age-herald., 1901-08-29
A Bad Day for Romance.

 The sun was disappearing In the dis tance like bandit on fiery charger going at two-nothing gait. There may be more poetic expressions, but it is eer- tain that the sun was missing and he had good reasons for his flight. The sun had held up and embedded from the day next to it's last "a yof light. The re- maining ray was fighting a grim battle with a myriad of electric lights for su- premacy. This last expression sounds romantic to the man giving binth to 1t. A diagram of the foregoing will be fur nished to dull persons who cannot under stand It.
 What the man really wanted to say Is that "foolish-faced'' lad was sitting on front porch with a beautiful girl just as darkness came stealing-now comes that embezzlement charge again. Who embezzled the day, the sun or the dark ness? But that's not the question and forsooth 1t cannot be the rub
 The foolish faced" lad made love to the beautiful girl. The beautiful girl stood for 1t because there was no one else to make love at the moment.
 'I could love youi I do love you! I am going to love! I swear" but the "foolish-faced" lad did not finish.
 Go away, you tormentor.' and the beautiful girl slapped herself in the face.
 The "foolish-faced" lad thought this a favorable symptom. But 'tis only a mos quito," she said sweetly
 The rude insect had bitten and perhaps punctured her nose. Think of the bad taste of the rude insect. Her beautiful neck, but ahl to the story
 He sighed. she sighed, and perhaps the insect died as penalty for its bad taste. It took the 'foolish-faced" lad some time to recover the thread of his narrative. Doubt the stars; doubt that Bryan will run again; doubt that the constitutional convention will be ratified; doubt that my clothes are tailor-made or that my shoes have been shined since I paid two ninety eight for them last year. but never doubt that love you and" spoke the foolish faced lad in desperation. He must have been In desperation, because he had got ten out of the chair
 T shall love the man., quoth the maid who Is independent. who comes and says you are mine. You must be mine. You are all mine-a gold mine," but she didn't finish
 Some one sang out supper, not from the tree top, but from a doorway. The man wended his way to the dining room (wended Is good) with the expectation of eating ordinary food but at the time be. lieving that punch bowl of angel food would be provided for the beautiful girl
 There were steak, pork chops and pork that comes from the side of the porker Plain, ordinary potatoes with salt on them. And the angel did request the pass ing of each dish. And she did devour portion of the contents thereof with the relish of an ordinary human, notwith- standing the fact that she had an engage ment for dinner party. It was all so romantic, but the "foolish-faced" lad loves her still, or moving. It doesn't mat ter.
 Glimpse of Bohemia
 They were both born bohemians. but he called it her artistic temperament when she indicated her fondness for cer- tain things that she called bohemian" in him.
 Tt Is very bohemian" she said of the little cafe uptown where they were dln- ing on Sunday evening. Every body looks as if he might be an habitue.''
 Her greatest ambition was to be con- sidered an habttue. That was synony- mouse with her idea of being a perfect bohemian. But being a woman she would ha nd ao ha xUaf fehed h. CTS habitues and bad bohemians. He