The Goodland republic. [volume] (Goodland, Kan.) 1891-1907, 1904-11-04

In the De2l0nlU2 sylvia udu SCH-
planned to her husband one evening
IS he slipped on his top coat;
Il don't see why you won't ever
wait and see Bert Do you know, We
have a great deal in common; we are
very much alike"
"As a woman, Sylvia, you're po-
en-" replied Mr.. Browne, picking up
his stick. CAS- a man. you'd be tame
cat. For myself, don't like cats"
Unfortunately, Mr.. Browne was kept
extremely busy at his office these
days, and so Bertram, with his fine,
distinguished airs, his pOetical tastes,
his immaculate grooming, was able
to make his innings. From the early
discovery that they were afinities, it
wasn't a great step to prove to Sylvia
that the laws of God and man we're
interfering things at times and upon
proper prOvOcatiOn could be set aside.
Great love, like yours and mine,
he announced to her one day, lis born
of the vastness and loneliness Of the
sea, and makes human conventions
utterly pOintless."
Mrs. Browne was very unhappy and
miserable in spite of this uplifting an
nOuncement. One morning at break
fast, as she was dangling q cherry by
its stalk just above her pretty lips
and making little snaps at il, her eyes
somehow fingered admiTingly upon
her husbands chin. It was such a
firm, manly chin, and, after all, she
was such an undecided, dependent
sort Of little body, she sighed to her
self. Yes, she would ask mis- advice
about the momentOus question that
was knocking at her door for a decis-
ion
Jack, she began, gu1ping down her
cherry, q want your advice about
something. A girl I know is in trOu-
bic, and II don't know exactly what
to tell her to do You don't mind my
not mentioning her name, JACKIE
Much rather you didn't" said he.
He laid down the paper he was read
ing with the disappointed air Of a man
who has left the stock market unread
and began slipping his coffee.
How blunt and uncOuth he wasi
But then, for the matter Of that, even
in the old, dear. sweetheart days.
hadn't he always been that2 What
could have been more blunt than the
way he had told her first that she was
the prettiest girl he'd ever seen? Syl-
via tried to compare the remark IN
fatteringly with BeTt's way Of telling
her that her eyes we're pools Of puT-
pie. her mouth a scarlet thread"
We'll. Sylvia, what about your
friend?' Her husbands voice fetched
her back to the matter in hand. She
hesitated, pushed her mullins aside,
drew a deep breath and plunged:
Why, Jack, she's married, you see,
and she's utterly miserable Her hus-
band and she have scarcely a taste in
common. She's really going to leave
him, think; but she's asked my ad-
vice"
He's p beast. I suppOse2' com
mented Mr.. Browne, meditatively bal
ancing a fork on his finger. knocks
her I'D against the fuTniture-no? He
drinks, then?"
'eNo-oh, mol" Sylvia's tone gave
the impression that any of these
things would have been insignificant
TRIES. But they're thoroughly uncOn-
genial. He loves his business and his
cigars and newspapers, and she loves
poetry and romance and-and the
finer things Of life" She gave a
vague, comprehensive little gesture
with her left hand.
Under such conditions, marriage is
such a mOckery,' she went on, hur.
r1edly. CThe argument was one Of
Bert's, and had made an impression
on herr Besides, you see, there's
another man who loves her in the
way she wishes to be loved, and so