Audubon County journal. (Exira, Iowa) 1884-1993, 1902-07-03

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not romantic in the least
"Well, never mind if it isn't roman
tic,'' he retorted. "Who cares about
love being romantic if it's real? Love
doesn't need to be announced by a
band of music and brought in on a sill
yer platter It's much bigger and
more seryiceable than that. It's for
all times and occasions, and it means
just as much on the top of an omnibus
as anywhere else She made no an
swer, and after moment of silence
he spoke again, SIS there any rule
about when and where man should
propose?'
She was silent. We were passing
the opera house at this moment, and
the busy line of the boulevards came
in sight. The omnibus stopped in
front of Cooks Office on the corner,
and the two priests got down, but no
one else came up to take their places.
More than half the broad Avenue de
fOpera was behind us before the
young man asked once more:
.'You know could make you happy,
don't you?"
Still she did not answer.
"Don't your"
There's the Rue de l'Echellev she
exclaimed quickly. I'VE must get down
here for the Hotel Normandie.''
Don't STIR" he said peremptorily.
"Your aunt won't get out without us,
and you and / are going to the head Of
the line. We must settle this question
once for all.''
was delighted at this decision. The
head of the line was my destination
also, and now l knew that would
hear the end of the story. no longer
questioned whether l ought to an
nounce myself or get down from the
bus. All my scruples had vanished in
the absorbing interest Of the situation.
What woman ever left a novel in the
middle of proposal?
The omnibus drew up slowly at the
corner of the Theatre Francois, and a
crowd of waiting people came out into
the street from the station under the
trees. We could hear the conductor
calling off the numbers "Un, deux,
trois, en- yoiture! Quatre, cinq, six, en-
voiture!" as the vehicle filled up with
| passengers. "Complet!" was called at
last and the controller screamed to the
outside seats, Correspondence sur
l'imperiale?" There We're no trans
fers, and the horses started toward the
Rue de Rohan.
! well, Miss Ware, is it Yes or
MOP" asked Mr.. Henley as we moved
on.
81 don't know" she answered hest
tatingly.. 81 like you very much, but
I'm in doubt, and when people are in
love they don't doubt Therefore I
can't be in love-"
"How very disagreeable logical wo-
men are!" he retorted.
81 can't decide my whole life in a
minute" she went on. 81 must have
time to reflect
You may reflect he replied, call
the way from here to st. German DIES
Pres. I'll keep still SO that you car
think BETTER The omnibus was jolt
ing across the court of the Louvre as
he spoke.
But l can't think at all when you
sit there devouring me with your bic
eyes," she complained
"Then I'll look the other way" he
said.
81 don't know why it is, but when
ever any one makes love to me-
She broke off as if abashed at the i'm
plication of her words.
go on he said ''Pm not such :
fool as to think that I'm the only MAJ
who ever made love to you"
We'll, then, there's hooking littl
! evil spirit inside of me that Away
rises up and makes fun of love.
thought when the right man came h
would silence that voice, but l hea
it speaking now"
Don't listen to it," he answered
promptly. you say yourself it's al
evil spirit"
Neither spoke for a moment, ant
then she remarked as if thinkin:
aloud
81 shouldn't make at all good wife
hate sewing and fussing about
. house,
us it a question of a housekeeper?
81 can't even cook oatmeal
Have l asked you to cook for me?
, "And have great many faults"
II hope so. l detest angels
There was another pause. Then a
: we rounded the corner on to the Boule
ward st. Germain she asked, hal
laughing. "Tell me just one thing
please-what will you do if l sa,
, Mop
"Oh, don't worry! shan't kill my
self. l shall make love to Aunt Man
tha"
l couldn't help admiring the youn,
mans spirit. After an acquaintance o
only one-half hour l was almost read,
to say Yes" to him myself. Unfortu
nately he had chosen Miss Helen. w
rode up under the big chestnut trees O
] the boulevard in silence. 1t seemed
long way to me, but at last the oil
spire of st. German des Pres came il
!. sight We had reached the head of th