Northern Wisconsin advertiser. [volume] (Wabeno, Wis.) 1898-1925, 1907-04-25

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as she would cast aside a WORKOUT
glove. and I'm such miserable imita-
ton of man that I'm wearing my
self into shadow over her"
He laughed bitterly.
You know what the Spanish
proverb says. that man was made for
woman, and woman was made for her
self And it is true, by Heaven
Or If she is false-and she is-there
lis not a true, unselfish woman in the
word"
That's rather a large order" said
Jack. under his breath. why has she
thrown you over, lad?'
/ ASK of the winas that blow at even.
Why shouldn't she, you mean? Why
should the daughter OF an earl be
faithful to man who she thinks is
only poor devil of an artist. / know
it all, l can see it all. Heaven knows
I've thought enough about it to enable
me to arrive at the truth 1t was all
very well while was with her, but
when she was left to herself, to think
of what she had done, to face the fear
of her father and yet-oh, Jack, :
lieved in her up to the hilt!"
Why don't you write to herr"
"Why don't 1? Oh, my good Caesar,
what question! | have written to
her-twice. l put my heart ipto the
letter, though / haven't into the pic
ture. implored her-there, that's
enough! begged her to write me
one word, and-'the rest is silence as
Hamlet says"
She would not even writer"
she would not even write a word, .
said Cyril, grimly. Not even the
word Got Great Heaven, when |
think of her wonder whether have
not been dreaming; so true she seem
ed, so pure the driven snow seemed
not SO pure, SO unsulljed as she was.
And SO brave-nothing should separate
u.s. she said over and over again. |
can hear her now"
He looked before him with fixed
eyes, as II, indeed, he heard Norah' !;
voice, and his head sank upon his
breast.
Yes, it was dream, and sweet
enough while it lasted; it's the awak-
ing that is SO bad. And it is pad, old
man."
And are you awaken" said Jack.
That's something; for Heavens sake,
keep SO, I'm sorry for you, lad; but,
after ALL there's something besides
love In the world. 1t would be a bad
sort of world for all of us il there
weren't You've your art left you;
that's the mistress who never betrays
YOU, never! Stick to her lad, pay
your 6eyotions at her shrine, and reap
iyour reward"
you are good fellow, Jack, and
I've reason for being fond of you, and
admire you. Yes, my admiration
runs en- all tours with my love and
gratitude but when | hear you talk
like that ] want to laugh / want to
laugh badly. You talk like book
that describes mountain scenery by a
man who has never been higher than
Primrose Hill You're poet, but
you don't know what love means-you
haven't the A B C of 1t even. Did
you never see woman who touched
your hear?' he wound up. savagely
That's a straight question, and do
serves straight answer Judge for
yourself You said just now that |
was the lion of this off season. That
may Or may not be. Anyhow, for
some reason best known to them.
selves. the peole who collect lions in
their drawing-rooms have done me the
honor to ask me to go and roar--or
bray-in them of late. Generally |
refuse, but the other night went 70
one OF their COMPOUNDED receptions
The card of invitation was marked
small and early. There was terrific
crush, and everybody came late.
poked my nose inside the door, and
not liking the prospect of being los
: tied in crowd in a. hot room. wa;
boiling. when a woman l didn't know
from Eve, but who turned out to DC
the lady of the house who asked ME
came up. and after saying scmethins
pleasant. offered to INTRODUCES me to {
young lady who was a lioness. She
| hadn't written volume of poems. o,
committed any crime OF that kind, Ia
Ishe was simply famous for her beauty
and her--charms. as the o,d-fasfionet
! writes used to put It."
Cyril sank into his chair and, lean
Ing his head upon his hand, listenet
rather listlessly.
Tn not painter, went on Jack
"and so ! can't describe her I onl,
know that-well. she took my breatf
away. dare say there are man,
more beautiful women in the world.
haven't taker much stock of them IL
the flesh; mine arr born in my mag
nation: but this young person fetched
me in a manner peculiar and strange
. She was neither dark nor fsir. re
member she had kind of red-golI
hair and that her face had very litti,
color In i,--what we writer's call ivor,
/, white. IL mistake not. and her eyes