Newport daily independent., 1902-09-15

The moon was shining and the dogs were barking in the distance. Star zey alighted on one of the deserted streets and started off towards the cemetery On foot.
 Every person has his own pecu- liarities," thought he. Catherine is rather peculiar girl and who knows? Perhaps she was in earnest
 and she may come after all"
 He walked about half mile through the field. All was hushed in deathlile silence. The stars twinkled meekty and mournfully in the sky, and Starzey's heavy footballs sounded rather strange and out of place.
 Nobody was near the statue of De- metti. But Starzey came to halt and waited He sat near the statue for some time, then he rose to his feet and, walking through the alleys, holding his hat in his hand, he thought of the numerous beautiful and fascinating women buried in the graves about him. Starzey felt like crying out that his soul was now thirsting for love at any cost-and soon the marble stones somehow seemed to assume the forms of liv- ing beings, modestly hiding in the shade of the trees.
 Suddenly the moon disappeared be- hind the clouds, and all was plunged into darkness. Starzey worked hard to find the way out, and when he reached his carriage it was about two o'clock in the morning.
 On the next day Starzey directed his steps to the Turlxins to propose to Catherine. But this proved impos- sible, as she was in her room dress ing her hair. She was preparing to go to a ball.
 Starzey had to wait long in the dining-room and listen to her fathers Jokes and anecdotes, which bored and irritated him painfully. After sleep less night, he now felt as though in toxicated with something sweet and pleasant He waited for Catherine appeared, charming and graceful, in her evening dress, Starzey was so overioyed that he could not utter a word-he only gazed at her and laughed. ''It is so late already" she remarked, looking at the clock, and she bade him ''good night" But Starzey followed her, saying that it was time for him to go home, as pa tients were waiting for him there. ''The club is on my way-may I take you over there in my carriage?" he asked timidly.
 "Very we'll" consented Catherine.
 It was dreary, rainy night. Cath crime and the doctor boarded the car riage and started off to the club.
 1T was at the cemetery last night, began Starzey. Ut wasn't at all kind of you to"
 "Were you really there?"
 "Of course I was there, and waited | till two o'clock in the morning. suf- | fered-"
 "It serves you right-you may suf- fer if you can't understand joke"
 Satisfied that she played such a fine trick on the doctor, and that she was loved so passionately, Catherine burst into laughter, and suddenly screamed with fright as the horses made a sharp turn into the gates l of the club. When Catherine leaned slightly toward Starkey, he clasped his arms around her waist and kissed her on the lips and on the chin, and then held her in a firmer grasp.
 "Enough!" said Catherine dryly.
 A moment later she was out of the carriage Starzey hurried home, but returned within half an hour. Dressed in a hired frock coat and a white tie, which was for ever getting the best of his collar, he sat in the club at midnight and spoke to Catherine with all the fiery passion he could muster. "Oh, how little they know who never loved! It seems to me that no one has ever properly described love-it is indeed impossible to de scribe that gentle, joyous, sweet, yet often painful feeling, but he who has experienced it will not venture to de scribe it. But what is the use of SUI perfuous eloquence! My love is linn itless. II beg, implore you," he ex- claimed, "be my wife!"
 "Mr. Starzey," said Catherine, after brief pause, very serious express sion on her face-"Mr. Starzey I am very thankful to you for the honor; I respect you, butt" She rose, and resumed standing, ''but you must pardon me, I cannot be your wife Let us speak seriously. Mir. Starzey, you know that I love art above all