Reporter and farmer. [volume] (Webster, Day County, Dakota [S.D.]) 188?-1946, 1908-07-16
: anderSon's
, ...StTategU.
By cEcILY ALLEN
Copyrighted. 1903. by Associated
Literary Press.

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"well, OF all the unpropitious and In
considerate times to ask such a ques-
tionr cried Judith Brainard. mo one
but you, Dick Sanderson. would have
chosen IT,"
Her tones were almost wrathful, and
Sanderson shifted his gaze from her
mobile face to the top of his stick,
which he twirled idly.
"The idea Of asking me for the
'steenth time to marry you Just as ]
was trying to decide whether to Dor
row a lemonade bowl and glasses from
Mrs. Drake or from the Bennington,
girlsg'
Judith pursued her troubled way.
with romance pushed far into the back
ground.
81 guess 1t had better be from Mrs
Drake, because she's right next door,
though the Bennington bowl is much
handsomer."
Dick Sanderson rose abruptly and
lowered above the girl of his heart.
~ think that it is all nonsense, and
wish that you'd let your career go to
pot. AS my wife you can sing for
charity, you can run a church choir,
you can teach the little daughters of
the poor, you cam
"And all on your money! If you
really loved me all these years as you
say you did why did you wait to tell
me mathematician our money was
gone and i was poCT as church
mouseT demanded Judith, forgetting
her moro present vexations In the old
grievance.
Dick turned suddenly grave.
IL wanted you to have your fling
think every girl should. It's wrong to
marry the first man who keeps you
supplied In violets and things. You
may find out that American Beauties
and another man are preferable after
you've been out year or two. And
wanted my wife for keeps, not for
brief honeymoon. / wanted
Judith rose abruptly.
II know it all by heart, and so I'm
going over to see Mrs. Drake about the
bowl and glasses"
Really. from what I've heard of
critics and writer's and other bohe-
mians. should certainly advise
strong dash OF rum In the bowl"
His tone was light, but behind it lay
conviction. and Judith flushed wildly.
II might have expected you'd say
something nasty. OF course all the big
people In music and art are not brand
ed drawing ROOM but they do things
And, oh. Dick. I want to do something
want to show the world that my ed
ucation was not all veneer-that 1t is
practical
Dicks eyes softened as they always
did at an appeal from Judith.
MAY ! come? I've never seen the
lions Of the musical menagerie, and !
promise solemnly that I will not pro-
pose to you until 1t is all over"
THAT sounds like my old Dick. You
may come and see the menagerie and
well. l won't scold IL you propose aft
err It is all over"
Y
Judith's world had gasped when she
had fed the prosperous New England
city after her fathers death and es-
tablished herself In New York as a
teacher of music. 1t was all entirely
unnecessary. There were relatives
and Dick Sanderson.
The relatives on the whole were re-
lieved. Dick Sanderson spent most of
his time In New York for the purpose.
as he expressed 1t TO himself, of coun-
teracting the influences OF studio life.
Judith and her mother had cunning
little apartment In an eminently re-
spectacle neighborhood. and Judith had
few very prompt pupils. And now
she was giving the first of series Of
evenings at home. She had met many
clever men and women at other at
homes" the season before and had
scattered her invitations broadcast.
You'd better not come too early,
Dick" she called after the persistent
one as he went down the narrow hall
II do love some honey people to talk
| Il over with on the finish"
| "All right. I'll hold back rs long as
I can"
| But when Mrs. Drake came In with
the bowl and glasses the rooms were
| a mass Of ferns and fiowers-from
(! Dick.
! How iovelyy' she exclaimed Flow
ers do give room such an air. 1t
makes me feel worse than ever that
we cannot come tonight But every 9TH
err Tuesday. have you noty'
| Judith nodded her head absently. She
/ was trying to decide between a plain
or lace centerpiece under the bowl.
And not for worlds would she admit
that she was disappointed. Mr.. Drake
was the critic on prominent paper.
End she wanted to cultivate critics.
$50 sorry" she murmured perfume
torily. Il hope Mr.. Drake Is not ILL.,"
mo. but some out OF town relatives
are coming. and they are not the sort
to understand our slipping away. But
wen surely come next time. l under
stand that Miss Morton, the new Eng
lish violinist. b to receive with your
Yes; We studied together In Paris."
AZ $50 they were all IN lire. Mrs..
Brainard IN pearly silk and real LACE.
Mias Morton oddly English q to ca
hume. delightfully alive ~ to the pleas-
ure Of the evening and Judith dream
IN Hack net ana violsts, her eyes
o-Glean with anticipation. Everything
vos typical Of New England and most