The Lafayette advertiser. [volume] (Vermilionville [i.e. Lafayette], La.) 1865-19??, 1908-01-31
THE END OF
THE STORY
BY MARY WAkEMAN BOTSFORD

Z ns MARY wAkEMAN boTSFOkD :,
Copyright. by Joseph B. Bowles.)
1T is a pleasant path, even in winter"
He-Do you remember the first day
We met there? 1t had been showing.
You were ~snowballing the youngsters.
You aimed al little Jack and hit me.
So like a woman! 1t was warm
At least, l felt a curious glow where
the missile struck.
She-Full In the forehead, poor
dear!"
He-Forehead? Not much! Cupid
wastes no ammunition there.
She-Foolish! Whoever heard of .
Cupid in sealskin? But let US go on.
We shall never finish the story, If we
make such halts as these.
He-It is your turn.
She (biting the end of her pencil
and gazing at her collaboration patheti-
cally)-How much easier it is to begin
q story than to go on with it. Dear,
(coaxingly) let us play that the first
line is mine and you take my SEN
tence.
He-What do 1 get?
She (promptly)-A kiss.
He-Now?
She-No. indeed. At the end of the
chapter.
He-And the chapter may be long?
She-Oh, about 500 words.
Height hundred grandmothers!
She (frowningly)-Harry!
He-Very well, here goes: 1.-The
oaks are bare. The sunlight Sits
through their branches, dropping shad-
" on the snow"
She (doubtfully) - Sunlight drop
shadows? How could it?
He-Blest if l know. Haven't you
seen it? A shadow crept into your
eyes, and a sunbeam kissed your lips
at the same, instant, the day we met.
I loved the shadow
She-I was afraid l had hurt you.
He-And envied the sunbeam.
She with a sigh)-What a pity We
can't put that in! Go on. dear, you
are so clever!
He-I am constrained to think SO
since
She-Since?
He-You accepted me.
She-Go on, stupid.
He-'It warns the gold In Ethers
dark hair, and finds the CLEAN in her
brown eyes"
She-Brown? Do you know \
~brown-eyed girl?
He-Shall we give her blue eyes,
then?
She (coldly)-Certainly not. Have
eyes Of an inspiring color, by all
i
He-Darling, green-eyed, or goose
berry-eyed, blind, or a patch over one
eye. Anything, so it softens yours.
She (still with distance)-Brown
eyes are as good al any, l suppose.
Your eyes are brown.
He (startied)-Eh?
She Cmpatiently)-Pray go on.
He-"Finds the CLEAN in Ethels
blue eyes and warns the pale gold OF
her hair"
She Gnterrupting)-Not at all. Why
sacrifice your ideal to-
He-Sacrifice nothing! What the
dickens does 1t matter to me whether
q straw girl, dressed in ink and paper
10 blonde or brunette? It's Is easy
to describe one as the other.
She Ucily)-So l supposed.
Hell have offended again, Dolly?
She knowing across the room and
rearrangeing some trifles pom the
mantel)-Well?
He-Come here.
She with head averted)-Strange
how forgetful Jane is. l told her to
place the bronze on the other side Of
the clock. Lifts the heavy figure
with difficulty. 1t falls with a crash
upon the heartily
He preaching her side at a bound
and -gathering her in his arms)-Dolly
Dolly, would you allow such q tri1e
to come between us?
She docking down at the bronze
Atlas supporting a globe upon his
shoulders)-Do you call the world
tri1e? There are tears in her voice
which belle her smiling lips.)
Interlude.
She (once more seated on the arm
Of his chair, her hand in hist vii
20 on with the story: (reads) "Tht
oaks are bare. The sunlight-hel
brown eyes"
He-Blue.
She-Brown.
He-Generous, forgiving, Dolly.
She Emitting her brows)-Ought HI
not to appear by this?
He-A fool t. tarry, / should say
would not.
She (softly)-You did not. You trav
eled like the queen ip chess, covering
the board at q leap.
He-Not q good figure, sweet one
I was In pursuit of the queen.