The Minneapolis journal. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn.) 1888-1939, 1903-05-02

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| Yet he stepped in and ordered the roses,
nor did the florist once suspect that so
| lavish aszbuyerS of flowers could be a prey
Fto emotions Of corroding cynicism toward
1.-The person for whom they, were meant.
7 II From the florist. s.. he returned directly
Itoathe hotel to find his mother and Psyche
|, making homelise the suite5to which they
4 llads been assigned. A maid was unpack-I
ing trunks under his sisters supervision.
| Mrs. Bines was In converse with a per- |
son of authoritative manner regarding
1.-THE service to be supplied them. Twol
maids would be required, and madame
would of course wish a butler
Mrs. Bines looked heplessly at her son
who had just entered
, II think-We've- always did our
own buttling," she -faltered.
The person was politely interested.
'Il attend to these things. ma said
Percival rather suddenly.
Yes, We'll want butler and the two
maids and see that the butler knows his
, business, please, and-here-take this, and
see that we're properly looked after, will
your
AS the bill bore large co. on it's face,
, and the person was rather a gentleman
anyway, this unfortunate essay at irregu
lar conjugation never fell into a certain
f class Of anecdotes which Mrs. Bnes' best
: friends could now and then bring them
= selves to relate Of her.
But other matters are forward. We
may next overtake two people who loiter
: on this bracing October day down a leaf
strewn aisle in Central park.
Z. you said the girl of the pair. "1east
Of all men can accuse me of lacking
: heart"
!, You are cold to me now
II but ook-think--what did I Offer
. you've had my trust-everything I could
bring myself to give you. Look what I
: would have sacrificed at your call. Think
! how waited and longed for that call"
3 You know how helpless was"
5. Yes, if you wanted more than my bare
x self. 1 should have been helpless, too, if
s l had wanted more than-than you
re 1T would have been folly-ma dness-
1T that way
tie "Folly-madness? Do you remember
III on this bench; I wish to say it over to you
very slowly; I want you to hear it while
ly you keep your later attitude in mind.
III But know the verse"
to No; hear it out-hear what you SEN
st me:
e. She had completed the verse with the
hint of sheer in her tones.
n. Yes, truly, remember it; but some da,
en- you'll thank me for saving you; of cours,
VS. it would have been regular in a way, bu
IN people here never really forget thos
as things-and we'd have been helpless
or some day you'll thank me for thinking TO
hs YOU
It's why do you believe I'm not thanking
~ you already?'
sir Hang it all! that's what you made m
= think yesterday when met YOU
90 And so you called me heartless? No,
no. tell me just what you expect a woman i
I've my post ion to do I offered to go to 70
he when you We're ready. Surely that Shove
~ my spirit-and you haven't known m
- these years without knowing it would hay
oa to be that or nothing"
re- 'Well, hang it. it wasn't like the Las
nd time, and you know it; you're not kin
,te any longer You can be kind, cant you
LET t Her lip showed family the curl of scor1
he NO. l can't be kind any longer. 0,
nd see you We known your own mind so littl
mis- there's been 50, little; depth to it, :ye
CIV couldn't dare. It was foolish to think
hot could show you my mind ''i
div But you still care for me?'' "
.tlv mo; no, I don't. You should have
IF reason to think SO if did When,I hea
,ri you'd made it 1npI hated you. and THU
inf l hate you now. Let us go back. No, n
nd please don't touch me-ever again.
nc Farther down town. in the coy dra,
~ ng-room Of house in a side street ca
in of the avenue, two other persons we
talking. A florid and profusely freckl
It'll young Englishuan spoke protestingly frc
=" r. the hearth-rug. to a woman. who had
a., air of knowing emphatically better.
But, my dear Mrs. Drelmer, you kne
i ~ really, can't take a curate with me, y
~! ~ know, and send up word won't she
ne good enough to- come down stairs and me
lied ~ ~ -, il 49, ~ =
t tne 'Nonsense!'' replied the lady, uni
hen r. vo,,,u 1isten to mo Those WESTERN,
very perform quite in that manner, ass,
res you They call it hustling,'"
nd Dear mel
as Eyes, indeed, dear you, And anotl
year thing, 1 want you to forestaIl that N
aie brey youth. and you may be sure he's
mere farther away than Tuxedo or Meade
"a. an brook. Now, they arrived yesterd
the they'll be unpacking to-day and settl
doris tomorrow; I'll call the day after, {
you shall be with me-
what "And you forget that-that devils,
are pose she's as good as her threat?"
more Absurd how could she beg"
we'd ''You don't know her. you know, nor
ands old beggar, either, by Jove!'
lists ''All the more reason for haste. w
REF call tomorrow. Wait. Better still, 2
DAD haps enlist the Gwit-Athelston;
to meet her tomorrow. I'll let you KIN
ugh Now ! must get into my tea Rharnes,
Cling run along
now We are next constrained to glance a
lgled strong man bowed in the hurt of a 81
* of grief. Horace Mibrey sits alone in
lister gloomy, high ceilinged library. His at
: jar is immaculate. His slender. delicate ha
are beautifully white. The sensi
lent. lines of his fine face tell OF the strain
door der which he labors What dire ira
hose dies are those we must face wholly al
IS his where we must hide the wound, perfo
time because no comprehend1ng sympa
was flows out to us; because instinct Wa
race that no help may come save from
ions; souls own we'll OF divine fortltude. 81
be- hope. tenderly, almost fearfully, held
t. no guarded, had persisted on. the day
could should have seen Its triumphant fruit
even He raised his handsome mead from
loney antique, claw-footed desk, sat UP IN
de by chair, and stared tensely before him.
care emotion was not to be suppressed.
Hig- tears tremble in the eyes of the st1
man? Let US not inquire too curiously