The Wichita daily eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1890-1906, 1903-02-15

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! trait Of my handsome father hangin
q over the mantelpiece. You married hir
s because you loved tim-for nothing else
There wasn't much money between you
$ DO you want me to tell you that |
there'd been a little more money tn
love would have lasted longer?" said tn
Older woman sharply. Child. it's no
We, it's the world we live in that's I,
blame. We've ben victims of keepin,
up appearances. When your father dies
, he said to me in that strange way yol
talk in Observation-Disclosures jest and earn
est-'Wherever I'm going at least 1 car
afford it,"
Mother, you depress me horribly"
Anne, If you marry young Bowie yo,
and he will drop out of the place yor
hold now as completely as il tidal wave
had swept over you. If you doubt it
tell me why SO many of the girls we know
are drifting out Of youth unmarried and
satisfied not to marry?"
Walter says it's because they are toe
selfish to give up their boobies, pleasure
seeking lives for the everyday lot OF
humanity. He calls them unsexed crea-
lures, who go round and round in society
Like squirrels in cage, when real man
4 wouldn't dream of asking to live real
life beside him. He says lots of men
have told him they are willing and eager
to go into comparative obscurity with
the girl they love and wait till fortune
comes to them. But it's the girls who
hold back. who don't want to leave their
parents luxurious homes and struggle
along the way their parents did in be-
ginning. I'm not one of those girls,
mother"
N'Anne, you are all 1 have" said the
mother, enigmatically.
| Anne knew she was unconceived. The
\ talk ended as such talks do, with no
increase of conviction on the part of
| either contestant. Anne had to promise
that she would keep the state OF things
between Walter and herself secret for the
present. And as Walter could not get
| off to come up town that afternoon. and
they were dining at separate houses, she
contented herself with writing to him on
several sheets of paper and then going
! for a walk.
| AT about a blocks distance from home
| the inspiration came to her to call on
Janetta Wetherby, an old friend who
had married and removed to live for
three years in distant city. Recently
| the Wetherbys had returned to New York
for business reasons as Janetta told
her friends, and had set up housekeeping
in fiat rather hard to get at in the
brief space of a winters afternoon.
Janetta after some wearisome pream-
bles with forbidding janitor. was dis
covered to be at home. Anne assembled
in lift that ratified when it did not
fly through space. A maid, about whom
her fastidious eye detected symptoms of
telated housekeeping, escorted her to a
small sitting room redolent of the smell
OF brass polish She sat upon a mahog-
any chair with half back. covered with
satin faced brocatelle, and looked at the
wedding presents-her own among them
scattered upon a mantlepiece where there
were also photographs, and upon several
excessively shiny tables. While she wait
ed she thought the futility of wedding
presents had never been so clearly illus
trated as in Janetta's fiat. Why had not
she herself withheld a long-stemmed
lamp, and given single comfortable
chair? Why were there no books in
sight, excepting Omar Khayyam, in rich
ly fooled cover. and "A Sweet Thought
for Every Day of the Year" in white
vellum, already fy-specked? She got up
to look at a photograph of Janetta in
bridal costume, leaning on the arm of
Janettas husband. rather ghostly as to
cOuntenance. owing to the fact that the
artist had got to do justice to the bou-
quet. Upon arising Anne became con-
scious that she had been sitting upon
a rudy rag saturated with the brass
polish whose odour perceived on enter
ing, was still omnipresent
1t had evidently been cast there by
the maid in the panic of fastening to
admit a visitor.
Then a door at the back of an entry
opened and a sound of wailing long and
loud followed the sound of steps and the
rustic of skirts advancing.
1T is poor little Harold" Janetta ex-
planned, after a joyous greeting. You
know. he had hardly got his teeth when /
the baby came. and with one nurse ,
have had my hands full. l can tell you"
But what dear companions they will
make one for the other said Janetta. .
Some day. Just now Harold does 4
nothing but throw things at her. He ,
can't bear to have me leave him day or !
night Anne. tell me about the Carvels'
ball? / saw you were there. OF course. 1
and at the dinner before il. How beau
tifully the Carvels always do things Do ,
you know they remembered 10 send us
cards which / hardly expected. We are
so out of the world. / should like to
have been there even for an hour-you
know how l love daDcing-but / had
nothing really fit to wear. Besides. Jim
hates balls. You can't drag him out at
night He sits in the little room there
where he has table and an electric light
drop, and works, works. works Then. I
must own. the carriage hire is a consid-
Grafton. One thinks twice. Anne. we
are actually going 10 dine out, Tomor-
row. at the Goodwins. Shall you be
there? How good, Jim consented. be-
cause. poor fellow. l gave him chops two
nights running. and my cooks chops are
simply unspeskable. But what can dor
Roasts are so large for US. and her steaks
are just a little better than her chops.
hot to speak of a biancmangy thing she
will send in for the sweet dish Jim did
not speak TO me for an hour the last time
hat wretched stuff showed up. I've been
furnishing up my black net with the gold
paiIlettesAyou remember IN my trous-
wear 20 the Goodwins' tonor-
row. Moral. IL you MARY poor man
always get a black spangied net IN your
rousseau Dear me, Harold IL crying
still. / never heard him cry IKE that
Anne you won't mind. ] know III be
back in minute. tust ss soon a. quiet
he Door child
Janetta retrrniag afNer an e14ao0e Of