Willmar tribune. [volume] (Willmar, Minn.) 1895-1931, 1904-07-06
In Confidence.
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BY HERBERT A. MORRAH.

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Wy Com oy were first married,
thought them both the most fortunate
beings in the world. He was the
young hero of the story books to lool
at, and she was fairer than a flower
1t was union of mature minds, and
there was money on both sides; pros.
pect, therefore, of more bliss and sue
cess In life than follows the popping
OF average champagne corks. Friend
Eustace was ambitious. This promised
to heep him up to his work at the bar.
He had future before him-uncles in
high places, and so forth; in fact, the
sun shone upon their joint path, and
yet the clouds came.
AS a friend of both families I re-
time to time
you are an old fogy, Cousin Ar
thur" Margaret would say. 81 can tell
you anything. In confidence, Of
course. Strictly between you and me-"
Qualified or not for the diploma OF
old fogyism, what man ever seriously
objected to receive the condolences of
pretty woman!
AS matter of fact, I rather liked
the idea Whenever she wove the fab
r1c of a hint, l always asked to see the
embroidery.
Eustace, on the other hand, was a
hundred degrees more nervous. It was
seldom, II want to know this or that
or Il want to tell you such-and-such
a matter" He talked of himself in the
third person and in the conditional
mood
IF man were willfully to rake up
something in the past, when he could
easily let it slip and live as though it
had never happened, what would you
call him."
"a fool" said I.
Somehow this failed to give pleasure.
: "Of course, old man, was putting
a purely hypothetical case. This time
your Judgment strikes me as a trifle
crude. No offence! You know 1 rate
your opinions tremendously high, as a
rule"
WELL" vouched. looking straight
at him, they're honest, at any rate.
Face to face with the fool himself,
should give the same answer"
Next day came Margaret. She
looked tired, thought
"Oh, the slightest Bit" she admit
ted. "You know what a rush London
is. I never did pretend to be robust.
One would need to be of strong metal
to stand it,
''No doubt, the ladies of the iron age
had the best of it."
why, you exalt the dead above the
1i8ihg!"
But don't like to see you jaded,"
I demonstrated. THAT air doesn't suit
you. When look back at wour we'd
ding day-let me see, how long ago
was that? Three years this week."
Fancy your remembering"
Zone always notes the critical times
In the lives of ones friends"
"Critical?"
"The end of the third year is a very
dangerous STAGE"
Margaret sighed.
"How about those confldences?" I
inquired.
"Oh, Cousin Arthur, If I only had
some one to lean on"
"Your father
"Father!" She bit her lips and
frowned. Besides, father is really
ILL.,"
II am sorry" said I, conventionally.
"Fiscalitis. A bad attack
''That explains everything"
Mother is worse
"Well, after ALL" ventured, light
1y, ''they do belong to the older gener-
alton. I'm Of yours, you know, in spite
of the gray hair. We're more on a
level
'1t's a woman!" Margaret said, sud-
denly.
"Of course"
Don't Taught"
But one must" explained, gently.
AT this stage one positively must.
It is much too early for tears"
cousin Arthur, were you never in
love?"
THAT" said I, gravely, els quite an
other story. Perhaps you shall hear
it some day. In confidence, you know.
Strictly between you and me-"
"Oh," she said, flushing, II was-l
amin love with Eustace! This trou-
BILE is not ten days old, but it seems a
lifetime" ...
'"Tne signs?" inquired.
II should never dream Of prying,
Cousin Arthur, but there are-letters.' .
'tYes?" &sa -. - r. X.
Which he destroys unread" | IS
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