The Saint Paul globe. (St. Paul, Minn.) 1896-1905, 1902-08-13
Cohen Youth rs Dazzled.

Under a parasol of the palest spring
green, with look of irritation and an
noyance on her still undoubtedly beau
tiful face, stood Enid Milton-Praze on
the steps of the hotel. Like most wo-
men who dread growing old, or rather
who dread to see their girlishness ripen
into full womanhood, she had been
forced to take notice of several very
decided crows feet around the cor
ners of her eyes. Her chin, too, she
owned to herself with a gasp, was
rapidly multiplying, and her hair was
losing it's natural color and running
away from her forehead. How many
years was she from 80? She would
soon be obliged to make up her mind.
That impertinent question was asked
by the person who invented marriage
certificates. She had been 23-really
23-when she married Teddy Millom-
Praze. 1t would be just as well to be
% again, she thought. frankie was
%. It would be hateful to be older
than ones husband.
"Husbandi" she said to herself,
catching sight Of his Panama hat be-
hind the timber on the quay. "That
boy It seems quaint that should
have played my cards so badly as to
lad-a child Of moods, who despairs,
and adores by turns, who has only
pittance of a thousand year. Really
quaint! Some women do 1t from choice.
know a dozen old frumps who trot
about, with husbands too young to be
their sons. Give me man! A man
who has thought and done and Seen,
who has made his mark in the world
who, by sheer logged force, has ell
bowed himself through the mob and
won a place in the Enclosure with the
chosen. Or let him be man, how
ever insignificant so far as intellect
goes, however insignificant physically,
SO that he has money--heaps of money.
Money is so good a thfngi Better than
love-love, however, well stocked, goes
out! But money! Money is always
bright, and will cheerfully do what
ever is required Of it, anywhere, any
time. Oh, the chances I've muddled.
Men no longer lose their heads
about me. am now made over to
boys. How eagerly clutched at Frank
Ryehope-the last straw. How will
ingly I would slip off into the main
stream if some man came up and gave
me his arm to- lean uponi And here
we are, off the map, with only week
Of days."
AS she flung up her head in scornful
laughter, she saw Frank Ryehope
QduClIlS IOWdfQ her Oh Tie dIul VI
someone obviously not a native Of
Caudebec-of France even-of some
one she had frequently noted in Lon
don with interest, whose name was
frequently on everybody's lips, whose
income as K. G. was said to be enor-
nous, whose power in the House of
Commons had more than once been
very strongly demonstrated. "Give
me q mani" she had said.
ENID, Enid cried frankie excited
ly, bubbling with kind of triumphant
delight, here's the dear old Worker,
the Earnest man. Enid, this is Ar
thur Oxford, my best friend"
1t wanted only four and twenty
hours to bring the week Of days to a
close. Tt had been arranged that
Enid Millom- Praze should be married
to frankie at the aged church-his
church-the following day at IL o'clock.
When the silver tongue of the aged
church's patient bell announced the
arrival of IL o'clock frankie was wait
ing outside Mrs. Millom- Praze's door
with a bunch of roses, and Mrs. Mil
lom- Pfaze was leaning against a tree
on the little hill to the east of the
town, under which flowed the river,
looking up into the face of Arthur Of
ford, who, earnestly following the plan
of Browning's eagle, had given her
eyes his own eyes to take, whose hand
had sought hers as in earnest need.
| Down below a bOatman was singing
snatches of a popular Paris song, and
| his patois made the indelicacy of it
| almost decent. Quite near them a
| lark had risen, and his song was throb-
| bling above their beads. The faint