The Saint Paul globe., 1905-04-30
ASMHNG HEIR

Y EARvEY is not sentimental
young man. He is a hard-headed,
/ well-balanced Individual, but
with his heart in the right place.
When he met the one girl In all the
world IT was over with him instantly.
The difficulty lay In telling her So
| Ordinarily, young Harvey is fluent and
| at ease and never at loss for a word
In the right place. Even during his ac-
| quaintance with Ruth Edwards he had
never been tongue-tied. but that was be-
cause he had talked about everything
except what he most wished to talk
! about.
Now It had come to the point where he
must speak out and learn his fate. There
! was so much he wanted to express to her
that the difficulty lay in deciding on just
the precise words. AS he abstractedly
| poured the maple sirup into his coffee at
! breakfast that morning and ladled cream
/ upon the buckwheat cakes he had a vi
sion of himself sitting before her in the
deep Morris chair and leaning forward in
/ an intense manner.
Ruth" he heard himself begin and
| saw the girls eyes droop with a premo-
milton Of what was coming. I've q long
story to tell you If you'll listen to me.
There was a boy once who found himself
| In the middle of his college course
| thrown on his own resources. If he
graduated he had to find the means him
/ self. He found them and he worked
hard. Afterward he kept on working
hard. but sometimes he let himself
| dream a little and one of the dreams
was of the woman the future held for
| him. He would know her when he met
| her and he was always looking for her.
| One day he found her and then she was
SO much beyond the most daring of
| dreams that"
Young Harvey wadded his napkin into
ball, flung 1t at the sugar bowl and
| then hurried downtown. THAT won't
do" he muttered. gloomily, as he went.
| 1T sounds like a conceited resume of my
struggle for life in a great city That
| isn't the way!'
1t was noon before he could bring his
entire mind to bear on the subject again,
while he elbowed his way down the
crowded street to luncheon. Perhaps in
the carriage on the way to the dancing
party that evening he would dare-would
he dare reach for her hand? Why not?
He saw her face shadowed by the lace
scarf over her head and he spoke rap
idly. ~ want to tell you" he said, in
low but earnest tone. something you
surely must know! Don't you. Ruth? You
realize, don't you. all you are to me, all
1 dare to hope you will some day be?
IT seems TOO WOuuSTIul 10 De true, 10
suppose that you care enough about me
to say yes, but I've got to know-I must
ask you what has been in my mind for
weeks-no, ever since 1 first met you.
VIII you marry me, dear"
Young Harvey collied violently with a
portly gentleman, who did not lack words
to express his opinion of the situation.
The unintentional assailant of heavy
weight respectability had some difficulty
making his escape.
THAT wont do, either" young Har-
vey confided somewhat breathlessly to
the menu card he was holding upside
down. ''She-she might not like me cali
ing her dear without any real right
she has such dignified way about her.
Besides, any girl would get tired waiting
for blithering idiot to get through all
that. l believe I'm going to have head
ache"
AS the afternoon wore on his belief
proved justified. Holding his throbbing
head up over a brief he was looking at
but did not see, young Henry paved at
the blotter with savage penci. "It's
absurd" he storned within himself.
that a man possessed OF a fair amount
OF brains doesn't know how the dickens
to tell the girl he loves her and wants to
marry her. It's simple. though, appar-
emily. Why can't 1 just walk into the