New-York tribune., 1909-08-01

y swarthy flush spread and not unbecomngN,
over the clean cut face There are limits TO my
practically Besides, the rich women are usually
older and | want to marry young W te whose de-
velopment could
" Rule
NO; direct"
DO you think you could direct mne''
Why not? | am man of the world. You are
mere child
Il like your nerve"
But YOU are. and love it in you, love your
freshness of mind and body, and your high vitality
Do YOU want to hear more!
YVES"
WELL then, admire you tremendously a4 You 3a
marry There is something about you that is
NO: arcadian. Your name, Proserpine just fits
Won which is rare, as women usually have rdicu-
Iouslv inappropriate names. The BlancheS are al
wavs dark and the PenelOpes anything but domestic,
and the Opheias horribly sane, and the L1lyS snort
and fat; but you are a real daughter of Ceres. I'd
love to paint you with sheaf of wheat in your arms,
or eating pOmegranate-
4" Oh, cOme!"
You are emblematic; heroic, in the classic sense;
the typical woman of young, healthy. vigorous
nation You are the type from which painters and
sculptors take the abstract temnlne, strongly
framed full figured, clear eyed, unattected,-the
woman of the epic verse
The intense expression of the girls eyes had
deepened and her breath came little more quickly.
She gave a forced laugh. You improve you go
along" said she You will be really making love
to me if you keep on
Shall L Keep on!
She shook her head slowly No | ought to have
pulled YOU up short, because, you see, you're on
money platform. y man ought not to make love to
a woman unless he loves her, and If you loved me
there would have been any question about our
dividing | guess you'd better stop.
No doubt YOU are right. You see, L did not begin
bymaking love to you for that reason. But We SAID
what | meant to- So what do you think OF 1t all
Do you really want to know
Yes"
1t may hurt"
Never mind Let's have it"
w1ELL then. | think this" she paused and her
w broad forehead knit in the effort to cOncen-
trate her ideas ITO begin with, you neither
flesh nor fowl,-AmeriCan nor European. You
haven't the bigness of the American to give up to me
what YOU feel to be mine by right, and you haven't
the nerve the foreigner take what legally yours
and think no about it. Instead, you stand
there with your New England conscience IN one hand
and your pOcketboOk in the other, and offer me
half hearted compromise: to marry you for what
there is in it. Because you feel squeamish about
taking what you know to be mine, you offer me a
little allowanCe-whch you stop whenever you
Ike.-Or else to take me with the money because you
like nv style And you think that because I'm a
Western ranch girl YOU dazzle and make me do
what you like. Even then, you don't want me badly
enOugh-Or else you not enough OF a sportsman
tOtake chance and first hand over share and then
wade in to win me or lose me, as the may be-"
She sprang up from her chair and stood facing him,
cheeks flushed lips scarlet and eyes flashing Marry
your You! BY heaven, shouldn't marry you If
you rich as CrCrSuS and Ambassador to England
l such fool! I'd sooner marry any poor cow
punCher who a man, and who loved me, and live
the of my life in a lean-to! Oh, you make me
sick,' She sank back, painting, and the long laShes
dropped over her angry, brimming eyes.
THE man leaned back in his chair and drew out his
cigarette case. do you mind?" he asked
quietly.
She did not answer with so much as look He
slowly drew out cigarette, lighted 1t, and inhaled