Willmar tribune. [volume] (Willmar, Minn.) 1895-1931, 1903-08-08

gone. Finally the man Is forced to
go about his work, and the woman
gets to making things to go on the
backs Of chairs and trying to spread
her trousseau over the next year, and
they begin to court resignation. Now,
If they had not had the glamour at
tack they would have got down to
business sooner, that's all, and they
would have set a better example to
other plungers. Now for the second
illustration: Poverty on one side,
Doodle on the other; more glamour
than In other case because of the gulf
between. They get married; they have
to. They've inherited the stupid idea
that the Lord is at the bottom of it
and that the glamour is his smile.
Like the other couple, their eyes are
finally opened to the facts, and they
begin to secretly wonder what it's all
about. The one with the spondulics
wonders harder than the one who has
none. If the man has the money, he
will feel good at first over doing SO
much for his affinity, but If he has an
eye for earthly values-and good bust
ness men have-there will be times
when he will envy Jones, whose wife
had as many rocks as Jones. Love
and capital go together like rain and
sunshine; they are productive of some
thing. Then if the woman has the
money and the man hasn't there's
tragedy-a slow cutting of threats.
She is irresistibly drawn with the rest
of the world into the thought that she
has tied herself and her money to an
automaton, for such men are invari-
faculty Of earning money-in any other
way. And as for proper title for the
penniless young idiot that publicly adj
vertises himself as worth enough, in
himself, for girl to sacrifice her
money to live with him-well, the un-
abridged does not furnish it, Jack Ass
in billboard letters would come nearer
to it than anything that occurs to me
now. I'm not afraid to say it, for l
know you'd never cause any girl to
give up her fortune without knowing
at least whether you could replace it
or not"
Alan arose and paced the room.
''Ehat," he said as he stood between
the lace curtains at the window, against
which the rain beat steadily-"that is
why l feel so blue. I don't believe
Colonel Barclay would ever forgive
her, and I'd die before I'd make her
lose thing"
you are right" returned Miller, re-
lighting his cigar at the lamp, land
he'd cut her Off without cent know
him. But what is troubling me is that
you may not be benefited by my logic.
Don't allow this to go any further.
Let her alone from tonight on, and
you'll find in few months that you
are resigned to it, just like the average
widower who wants to get married six
| months after his loss. And when she
is married and has baby she'll meet
| you on the street and not care a rap
whether her hats on right or not She
will tell her husband all about it and
allude to you as her first, second or
| third fancy, as the case may be-.
have faith in your future, but you've
got long, rocky row to hoe, and
thing like this could spoil your useful
ness and misdirect your talents. If
could see how you could profit by wait
ing, Id let your fame burn unmolest-
ed; but circumstances are against u.s."
'l'd already seen my duty" said
Alan in low tone as he came away
from the window. Il have an engage
ment with her later, and the subject
shall be avoided"
Good man, Miller's cigar was so
short that he stuck the blade of his
penknife through it that he might en-
| Joy it to the end without burning his
| fingers That's the talk! Now
must mosey on downstairs and dance
| with that Miss Fewclothes from Rome
the one with the auburn tresses that
says delighted whenever she Is spo-
ken to-"
Alan went back to the window. The
rain was still beating on it. For long
time he stood looking out into the
blackness. The bad luck which had
come to his father had been blow to
him, but it's later offspring had the
grim, cold countenance of death itself.
He had never realized till now that
Dolly Barclay was so much part Of
his very life. For a moment he almost
gave way to sob that rose and strug-
gled within him. He sat down again
and clasped his hands before him in
dumb self pity. He told himself that
Rayburn Miller was right; that only
weak men would act contrary to such
advice. No, it was overall. all over.
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