The Washington times. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1902-1939, 1903-02-01
Solomon With All His WISDOM Did Not Know the Depth
Womankind's SympathieS and Emodons-WhU
Should Josiah DarUmpe?

seeing you day after day, becoming
wrapped up in you, only to be told in
the end that he was 'fooHsh?' "
Because, my dear Josiah''-with IN
usual sweetness-''you cant tell a man
not to fall in love with you before you
are sure that he is going to do it;
and after that-weI''-with one Of the
characteristic little shrugs, and smile
that showed her even white teeth-''it's
generally too late"
Then, changing TO a more pIaintive
key. she said:
Don't be disagreeabIe today, 10; you
know how I dislike dfsagreeabIe con
versatfons. And don't stand leaning
there. looking down at me as if you were
a preacher and I the sinner know
that I'm frivolous, know I'm vain-fond
to distraction of attention. seven. You
see. I admit it all, so you cant argue
with me. I assure you I agree with you
I am quite hopeless Now sit downs
he smiled a Iittle-"and be pleasant and
let's drop that tfresome boy. Isn't he
handsome, though? What a nose, and
what shoulders. I could almost adore
him"
DaIrympIe dropped YEARLY into the
chair near her
I think that I will have some tea, "
he said; q am tired"
what? Change your mind weakly,
like any woman" she exclaimed joy
ously. delighted to think that she had
diverted him
He leaned his head on his hand and
watched her fingers huttering about
among the tea things. They were white.
with the pinkest Of nails, and fairly gilt
tered with rings. He thought she wore
too many rings. He had often told her
so; but they we're the one ornament in
the way Of ieweIry of which she was
prodfgal.
I could not live without them, she
had once said. holding her palms out
with the ten jeweled digits extended in
front Of her and gazing at them fondly-
They are a moral support to me,
really. just as good clothes are. you
know. Perhaps you don't understand
that. either. but that's because you're
not woman love my rings, and
really don't believe I could exist with
out them. They mean so much to me. ;
love them for the fire they contain, for
the sparkle that they give out, II I feel
downcast. I move my hands about. AM
the rings gIisten and seem to say, Cheer
up; there is light and life in me- and I
brighten Immediately They amuse me,
she went on. looking down at them
again. This ruby was once a drop Of
blood in the heart Of a carrier pigeon
who was bearing a letter from a knight
to his lady fair. But at the end of the
journey, an arrow sent by an unerrtng
hand pierced him through and he fen
daed at her feet. She picked him up
tenderIy. and a drop Of his blood crys-
taIzlng on her hand, a new stone was
created. called pigeons blood ruby.
This sapphire is a hexagon cut from
a bit Of clear Venetian sky. This emer-
aid is part Of the crest of wave.
and the diamonds around it are its foam.
And the opal-my dearly beloved opal.
maIigned for centuries of foolish super
stition-is the sea and the sky com
bined. the fierce fame of the fire and the
delicate tint of the sea she'll; the strong
est and palest coIors Of nature. fighting
for supremacy. That is a stone that is
alive-that is the one I love most. My
rings are part Of me. I could not give
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