Danville intelligencer. [volume] (Danville, Pa.) 1859-1907, 1906-03-16
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ROBERT JERMAIN COLE
Copyright, 1905, by Robert Jcrmain Colo

They march together like that always"
The girl waved her hand lightly toward
file Of militia that paraded down
Fifth avenue. Her companion did not
answer Immediately.
"You must reduce your complaint to
specific charges, Miss Breen," said the
young lawyer at length. What, for
ex.-.nple, renders man SO tiresome to
your
I'm sure 1 don't know what makes
him SO. 1 only know that he is," re-
turned the girl. "He-I mean they-all
wear forever the same kind Of clothes,
walk with the same stride, stick to the
same amusements"-
Are true to the same friends" fin
ished her listener for her, land, worst
Of all, persist In expressing admiration
for the same girl in the same words.
You must find it monotonous."
Don't be personal, Mr.. Roscommon,"
protested his companion, with blush.
II am discussing fact. and that Is al
ways personal" replied the man. at
Is true, isn't it?" Roscommon had a
quiet habit Of persistence. He did not
talk much, but what he did say was
apt to start his companion into fran
tic garrulity of self defense.
"What do you mean" asked the girl
You certainly would not accuse me
of Dragging about the number of my
admirers. l was only speaking in
general way"
Roscommon was silent, and the girl
went on:
81 refuse to testify against myself,
but you must give me credit for know
Ing q few other women. Besides,
have read the novels written by crea-
say a good word for the ingenuity Of
man, yet their heroes all make love in
precisely the same way"
They turned as they walked into
Fifty-seventh street, where Miss Breen
had lived with her aunt since her ia
TIERS death. She had always gone
with rather gay set, but few months
after she came out her father had lost
most of his money For the last three
years that he lived he insisted on her
accepting many Invitations. although
they were able tn do little entertaining.
Her llvellness of speech and manner, a
trifie defiant, masked hurt pride. She
won followers easily among the men-
too easily to suit her high spirit. They
gave her fiattery in plenty, which COM
forted her as little as gold offered to a
starving woman. She was all heart
and had almost no vanity. When her
father died she was hungry for some
one to lavish her affections upon. Yet
no one had OWNED this. The impress
sion had gone about that she would
marry anybody for money. She hated
poverty, but she hated lie stln worse.
When they entered the house she took
| of her hat and stood a moment beside
| a table.
you may sit down.. she said con-
descendingly to Roscommon. Il shall
stand up awhile. You haven't made
me tired yet"
| "If you were one of these unvarying
men how would you propose to a girl?"
asked the young man gravely. Miss
Breen promptly sat down. After she
had rested and meditated for half q
minute, she answered:
"It would depend on the girl. That's
the very point. Instead of having a
formula, such as you men hand down
| from father to son. should study the
| nature of the woman and find words
to appeal to her and to her alone. II
she loved flowers, I'd spend my last
dime on a rose. They say battle was
lost once for want of horseshoe
More women's hearts are lost for want
Of chocolate drop than are dreamed
Of in your philosophy"
II have no philosophy that will Al
the race of women" corrected the law
yer.
"Im glad to hear you admit your ig
norancew laughed Miss Breen.
IT did not say was ignorant.
merely said nau no theories" OBJ
served Rescommon.
every well, here is a fact for you
ambition to be a painter, Then b,
asked her to marry him. Now. thi,
girl didn't care a hairpin for art. ant
the only idea she had about 1t was
that artists were always poor ant
shabby. She was just ready to fall II
love with him, and If she had 4
wouldn't have mattered what he die
for living. II he only had senst
enough to tell her how prettily her hail
shone in the lamplight he wouldn't b,
sour old bachelor now. and She
"It looks just as well in the day
light" remarked Roscommon, address
ing the mirror behind Madge.
II hope the subject doesn't bore you
Miss Breen," he went on, "but yol
have made an impossible condition