The Montgomery tribune. (Montgomery City, Mo.) 1892-1910, 1906-07-27
'r.m ,not-.I iust told him 40. "A,

not to d%rift-tired trying not to try,
and tired trying to try Oh, dear
sounds like a nonsense verse, doesn't
1t? Have you anyone to-night2 Nor
| think I must stay with you till morn
ing. Send some one home to say IN
be here. I can always think 80 much
better here-and you, dear old thing,
to mother mel"
do, child; I'll send Sandon directly"
"He will go to the house of mourn
Ing"
whats the latest?"
Papa was on the verge Of collapse
this morning, and yet he was striving
so bravely and nobly to bear up. No
one knows what hat man suffers; 1t
makes him gloomy all the time about
everything. Just before I left, he was
saying that, when one considers the
number of American homes in which
a green salad is never served, one must
be appalled,. Are you appalled,, auntie?
But that isn't It,"
Nothing has ~happened?"
well, there'll be no sensation about
It In the papers tomorrow, but a very
dreadful thing has happened. Papa
has suffered one of the cruelest blows
of his life. | fancy he didn't sleep at
all last night, and he looked thorough
ly bowled over this morning."
But what is it?"
"Well-oh, it's awful!-frst of all
there were six dozen of e~arly-bottled,
1875 Chateau Lafitte--that was the bit
taract hat h. boa 81 ,ao A. .s.A
too-Chateau Margeaux of 'S0-some
terribly ancient port and Madeira-the
dryest kind Of sherry-a lot of fine,
full clarets of II and '7S-oh, you can't
know how agonizing it was to him
I've heard them SO often | know them
all myself"
But what on earth about them?"
Nothing, only the Cosmopolitan
clubs wine cellar-auctioned off. you
know. For over a year papa has
looked forward to it. He knew every
bottle of wine in it. He could
recite the list without looking at
it. Sometimes he sounded like a
French lesson-and he's been un-
der a fearful strain ever since
the announcement was made. Well,
the great day came yesterday, and poor
pater simply couldn't bid in a single
drop. It needed ready money, you
know. And he had hoped so cheerfully
all the time to do something. 1t broke
his heart, I'm sure, to see that Cha
: teau Laftte go-and only imagine, 1t
vas bid in by the butler of that odious
Higbee. You should have heard papa
rail about the vulgar nouveaux riches
when he came home-he talked quite
like IN anarchist. But by tonight he'll
be blaming me for his misfortunes.
That's why | chose to stay here with
you"
Poor Horace. Whatever are you
going to do?"
We'll, dearie, as for me, 1t doesn't
3 look as IL l could do anything but one
thing And here is my ardent young
Croesus coming out of the west"
t You called him your athletic Bay
ard once"
present. And what else can I do!
I oh, If some n would just be brave
. enough to live the raw, Quivering life
Q with me, I could do it, I give you my
word. I could let everything go by the
board-but am SO alone and so help
I less and no man Is equal to 1t, now
adays. All Of us here seem to be con.
tent to order a half portion Of life
Q Child, those, dreams are beautiful
but they're like those flying machines
: that are constantly being tested by the
%credulous inventors. A wheel or a
pinion goes wrong and down the silly
things come tumbling."
Very well; then / shall be wise-l
suppose l shall be-and I'll do II
quickly. This fortune of good gold
shall propose marriage to me at once
and be accepted-so that I shall be
able to look my dear old father in the
face again-and then, after I'm mar.
ried-well, don't blame me for any
thing that happens"
I'm sure you'll be happy with hin
Its only your silly notions. He's ir
love with you"
THAT makes me hesitate. He really
Is q mani like him-see this letter.
a long review from the Already Lyrt
of the poem he wrote, a poem consist.
ing of 'Avice Milbrey.' The reviewer
has been quite enthusiastic over it, to<
written from some awful place II
Montana"
What more could you ask? He'll b,
kind"
you don't understand, Mutterchen
He seems too decent to marry tina
way-and yet it's the only way l coult
marry him. And after he found m,
out-oh, think of what marriage is
he'd have to find it out-I couldn't &C
long-doubtless he wouldn't even b,
= kind to me then"
|, "You are morbid, chilu."
But I will do it.; l shall; l will b,
a credit to my training-and I shall
learn to hate him and he will have t.