Ceredo advance. [volume] (Ceredo, W. Va.) 1885-1939, 1906-10-17

mind TO oeiinite action; and 20 times.
OF course. she had allowed her
thoughts 10 vacillate backward to the
old doubt, the old indecision. 1t is
SO supremacy ridiculous" she said to
hersef, softly. And the complaint
seems so absurd and SO difficult to
form into words. l can't tell Robert
that he doesn't love me enough. His
alteration is too evident in his eyes
for me TO doubt it. but I'm not a mar
BILE image and l don't want TO be
adored as If were an angel. / know
I'm not l know I'm just ordinary
flesh and blood. but Robert doesn't
seem 10 think so. I've tried every
way can think of to convince him.
but it's no use"
Miss Hortcnse flung herself face
downward on the most tempting piece
nj furniture in the room, burying her
pretty nose in the very middle of a
| pillow stuffed with fir balsam. She
did not attempt 10 keep back the tears
which forced themselves to her ador-
able blue eyes or To choke down the
sobs which convulsed throat as
| dainty and fair as any models.
What would Robert say if he could
see me now?" she thought, a smile
like sunshine in the midst of summer
rain flashing across her face. Just
because were both college bred. he
thinks he must act differently than
other people. And he was so ready
to believe my jest about the danger
of microbes in kissing, that I've never
been kissed once since we became
engaged He says hugging's a dem
onstration of parliamentary affection,
and laughs at holding hands as
something peculiar to the lower class
es. Well, I'd just like to have a little
rudimentary affection. and If some
body doesn't hold my hand pretty
soon, why, I'm just going summing"
Having finished her cry, Miss Hor-
tense felt decidedly better. She sat
up and began to fling soft pillows
into new positions with athletic vigor.
'The ideal" she exclaimed, sharply
stiff and prim. He's a good deal
like an old maid since he got those
horrid degrees of A. NJ. and Phi. ID.
What good will they do him, anyway?
He's got the money to have a good
time without them: and If he hadn't II
now, he could share mine as soon as
we're married. ! guess dad will give
me enough for both. AS it is, can
truthfully say I'd rather have been
born without a silver spoon in my
mouth, IL all the silver spoon is GO
ing to bring me is a man gone daft
against kissing and hugging and hold
ing hands. Being engaged to a man
like that is what our Mamie would
call the raw limit"
Her brain formed a mental picture
of Robert Rouin, A. NJ, Phi. d., tall
and athletic of figure, clad in perfect
fitting evening clothes just as she had
last seen him. Severity sat Centaur-
like upon his Gibson-modeled face, but
1t was the severity of thought.
Why" continued the girl. indig-
nantly, cant he cast IL off for few
minutes when he is with me? He
loves me; | don't doubt that But it
is like the terrible admiration OF Zeus.
1t is as if god were making love to
a mortal half fearing to sully him
self by touching the inferior being
I'm sure Robert hasn't that feeling.
but that's exactly what it's like
Miss Hortense recalled the fact
that her unsatisfactory fiance had
won his varsity letter on the foot
bal! eleven. She also summoned to
mind several stories Of his athletic
ability which had not little infiu-
enced her decision when she had to
make mp her mind whether to say yes
or no to the great question which
comes at least once to every girl.
Since his classmates had sepa-
rated and scattered to the four cor
ners OF the earth, Robert Rouin. A.
NJ, Phi. D. had been continually.
though unconsciously. demonstrating
the difference which existed between
himself and Robert Rouin, right tackle
OF the varsity eleven. 1t was, per-
haps, accounted for by the fact that
his mind had turned to newer and
graver channels; that he was con
fronted by obstacles Of infinitely great
er difficulty and moment; and that,
being always set and obstinate and
perseveringly stubborn in his way. he
was bound to surmount them.
Now. what shall writer" Miss
Hortense asked herself. dipping a
pearl handled pen into the cut glass
ink well at ner right hand. She
poised the pen above the Paper for
q moment u-idecidedly. Then she
laid IL down carelessly, 7ot noting
that she dropped It into a box OF
monogramed writing paper. over
which an Ink blot spread itself alarm
ingly.
1T has come TO the point assert
ed the young lady. as If seeking to
convince herself that her action was
perfectly just, 1T has come 20 the
point when ] must break OF this en-
gagcment: and IT'S so ridiculous. too,
when love Robert, and he loves me.
But the gist OF the situation IS that
we aren.t cited for each Other. We.re