Waterbury evening Democrat., 1906-02-14
Do, child; I'll send Sandon directly. !"
 "He will 50 to the house of mourn

"Do, child; I'll send Sandon directly"
 .1e Will 50 to the house of mourn ing"
 x Whats the latest!"
 Papa was on the verge of collapse this morning, and yet he was striving so brayely and nobly to bear up. No one knows what that man suffers: 1t makes him gloomy all the time about everything. Just before 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 1t.
 "Nothing has happened?"
 Well, there'll be no sensation about 1t 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! !-drst of all there were six dozen of early-bottled 1875 Chateau Lafltte-that was the bit terest-but he had to see the rest go. Ntoo- Chateau Margeaux of 'S0-some terribly ancient port and Madeira-the dryest kind of sherry-a lot of fine, full clarets of " and '78-oh, you cant 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 of, you know For over 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 . French iesson-and he's been un- der fearful strain ever since the announcement was made. Welt the great day came yesterday. and poor batter simply couldn't bid in a single drop. It needed ready money. you know And he had hoped so .cheerfuliy all the time to do something. It broke his heart, I'm sure, to see that Cha teau Lafltte go-and only imagine. 1t was 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 an 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?"
 Well, dearie. as for me. It doesn't look as if could do anything but one thing. And here is my ardent young Croesus coming out of the west"
 You called him your athletic Bay ard once"
 The others more to the point al present And what else can I do! Oh, if some one would just be brave enough to live the raw. quivering life with me. I could do it. I give you my word. l could let everything go by the board-but am SO alone and so help. less and no man is equal to it, now, adays All of us here seem to be con- tent to order half portion of life"
 "Child. those dreams are beautiful. but they're like those flying machines that are constantly being tested by the credulous inventors. A wheel or s pini6nsgoes wrong and doknsfM lilly things come tumbling."
 ''Very well; then shall be wise-l suppose shall be-and I'll do it quickly This fortune of good gold shall propose marriage to me at once. and be accepted-so that 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 him its only your silly notions. He's in love with you"
 That makes me hesitate. He really Is a man-I like him-see this letter a long review from the Already Tyre of the poem he wrote, poem consist. ing of 'Avice Milbrey.' The reviewer has been quite enthusiastic over 1t. too written from some awful place in Montana"
 What more could you ask! He'll be kind"
 You don't understand Mutterchen. He seems too decent to marry that way-and yet it's the only way could marry him. And after he found me out-oh. think of what ma>>age is he'd have to find it out-l couldn't act
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