Edgefield advertiser. [volume] (Edgefield, S.C.) 1836-current, 1909-11-24
Marriage between us in our pres
emit circumstances would be a mis-

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take said the girl.
The man looked his wonderment
out OF mild blue eyes. He slipped his
coffee, blew cigar smoke lazily up
ward and appeared to think.
Circumstances" he observed,
"were never more propitious."
The girl shrugged her shoulders in
comic despair.
will you never understand me,
Jack, dear??" she asked.
Jack smiled. "Why should II" he
returned. eff 1 understood you
doubtless. you wouldn't charm me as
you do. Ignorance with me is bliss
The girl fell silent and the man
continued to sip his coffee and smoke
as If he hadn't a care in the world.
Those who knew John Wood
Knight and those who knew of him
would have wondered with him at the
girls remark. He was born in the
purple, as birth goes in New York.
OF good family, with g fortune that
made work unnecessary, possessing q
strong and handsome body, which
housed a mind of average education
and intelligence, he did not seem tt
be the sort of man to make any wo.
man doubt the advantage of marry
ing him. He was distinctly eligible
and had been much sought after until
it was evident that Priscilla Sanborn
had anneyed hin, for oood
Priscilla had not always had
doubts. She had accepted with prids
\ congratulations on her engagement
to John. Their friends said it was an
ideal match. The man was tall,
fair-haired and pink skinned, the wo,
man a brunette above the average in
height and Of exceptionally good fig.
ure. Outward!y they were well
matched.
They had dined this night in a
back room of the Cafe Fimlico, one
of those quiet places within sight OF
Broadway but free from the glare
and noise of that ~resplendent thc--
oughfare. They had been here
many times before. John had said ii
was the only place in New York YOU
could ret things properly cooked,
ana he was a stickler for good cook
ing.
"You can't eat frills," he said
when some one asked him why he
didn't go to the places approved by
fashion. John was very good to him.
self in the matter of eating.
Priscilla had asked John to bring
her to the Pimlico this night. She
had said, somewhat oracularly, that
they must have a good talk; a good
down to the boots talk was the way
she put it.
Priscilla was a very sensible young
woman. Those who knew her at all
intimately declared that her good
sense was very pronounced, that ii
was impossible for her to be frivolous.
She never allowed her feet to stray
where her head had not pointed the
way.
She had been silent through din
S ner. Max, the rotund waiter, had
served them n establishment, for they
were old customers and usually were
very talkative. After he had brought
the coffee he withdrew, shaking his
head douhtfully.
I'm afraid Mr.. Knight and his
young lady have had a falling out
he remarked to the chef.
The chef, intent upon a dish the
success of which in other hands
would have been doubtful, .srunted.
TOO bad"and went on with his work.
John had not worried over Pris-
elias preoccupatiop, and even her
declaration that their marriage would
be a mistake did not get below the
eve surface Of his mind.
Priscilla watched him with a queer
little smile. She loved him, she told
herself; the trouble was she loved
him sensibly. When you let the head
rule over the heart romance takes
wings. Is 1t not so, you who have
loved?
However. Priscilla had made VI
her mind to something and II was
bound to come out. Sac stopped
smiling and returned to the attack.
II want YOU to listen to me. jack
she said, ~ want you to understand
why our marriage as matters are now
would be wSmistake. I have read
much and 1 have observed more, and
I have come to the conclusion thai
tho man who doesn't work, who
doesn't bear his burden OF the worlds
burden, will not make a good hus,
band, and"-she hesitated for a mo-
ment and blushed prettily-"and vii
not make a good father. Jack, dear
you're a loafer."
"sure." said Jack. "Why noto?"
why don't you work." persisted
Priscilla.
Don't have to-" said Jack.
"Jack." said Priscilla somewhat
sharply, 'if you marry me you've sol
to work"
"Good Lord!" said John Wood
Knight, startled, $50 that's what yor
want. All right, I'll work. DON,
mind work a bit il it pleases you
What shall It be-"
Priscilla did not deceive herself
into thinking she had won. She wa.
prepared for this ready acquisscence
want you to make a career fol
yoarself."
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