The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1901-08-21

"l'm tired Of soldiers!" said the
old lady.
She went away. Noel could hear
the aggressive sweep of her skirt.
"Bloodthirsty old desrw remark
ed one of the girls.
eyes" agreed the other; but I'm
glad she's gone. She would have
been a jarring note. Oh, there he
is-the darlingw
"Thats Kitchenerl' the. latest
celebrity assured himself.
But no! Could he believe his
eyes? They had como to stop in
front of him. He smelled an ex-
quisite fragrance Of violets. He
saw two lovely faces under picture
hats, with large eyes looking up to
his. He hoped he was not breath
ing hurd or blushing.
Good graciousl Doesn't it seem
as if his eyes met ours ?" exclaimed
the divine heing who had called him
darling"
cit doesn't seem like that to me.
I don't think it's at all Ifelike. Who
ever saw human eyes stare so?
There's something very queer about
the nostrils, Cissy, dear. And just
{, look at those hands! Did you ever
see anything 80 stiff ? I never could
understand how anybody could mis-
take wax figure for human be-
ing"
sT never could understand it till
now" answered Cissy dear. 'But
he looks to me embarrassingly real"
"Suppose you were being intro
duced to each other. Miss Dens-
more, let me present Major Noel.
who wants SO much to know you
Or would it be more appropriate the
other way round?"
t1'm afraid it would!" sighed
Cissy. 81 shall never know him.
And I shouldn't be able to speak
word to him if I did"
"Iittle idiot! Til bet I would!
Why, there's hardly q girl who
wouldn't go down on her knees to
get him."
sI wouldn't. I might worship
him, but I'd want him to 90 down
on his knees to get me. I hate girls
who throw themselves at the heads
of men like that! 1t must disgust
them. And they say he doesn't
care for women. II think that's
one of the reasons like him. He's
30 modest, the dear, not the least
conceited, though he's such hero"
7ou always we're great spoons
on him. long before any one else
thought anything about him."
s'Don't say 'spoonsp It was be-
cause Of things Tom told me. Tom
knows him" PIN a tone of awe.
ooh, Tom knows me, does hep
thought the portrait model.
The question was, which Tom was
this Tom? Was he Cissy's brother?
or-really, it was awkward not to
know whether to feel warm fra
terna1 affection for Tom or a burn
ing enmity.
fWell, you know you're in love
with him, though he isn't q bit
handsome; his nose is too long.
And if this is like him he's getting
quite bald"
teHandsomel Why, he's got the
best, brayest face / ever saw. But
isn't it funny the light gives such an
odd effect here. His complexion
gets much redder than it did when
we first came in"
TITS the fog" pronounced Pat;
'it's changed him from bronze to
copper. But as it isn't likely to
turn him into gold, if you've moth
ing more to say, suppose we go on.
I'm starving! And we're the only
people left"
'His heart is gold alreadyl" re-
torted Miss Cissy Densmorc, "and,
[ have lot more to say tc him.
You see"-laughing a little-ssthis
will be my first, last chance. It's
How do you do?' and sGoodby for
evcrp"
'Must you really go, home tomor-
row? Because, if not, we'll come
here again as often as you like.
Anything to keep you with us,
dear"
"Oh, I must gol Well, goodby,
my hero!" And she looked up wist-
fully into the portrait models eyes.
eThere's sort Of horrible fascina-
ton about speaking out ones mind
to him in this way" ,soliloquized
Cissy, "and saying things one would
die sooner than have him hear. It's
like talking to man who's asleep"
Horoines of old fashioned ro-
mances kissed the men they loved
when they were asleep" remarked
Pat impersonally. ssI double, triple,
quadrnple dare you to kiss this
this model soldierl"
I wouldn't dream of doing such
q thingl"
CT don't dare YOU to dream It.