The Lafayette advertiser. [volume] (Vermilionville [i.e. Lafayette], La.) 1865-19??, 1909-06-04

And your intuitions told you I was
poor?" he asked.
She nodded.
They saved me the embarrass-
ment," he said with a slow smile. He
was padding idly in the water, with
a hesitation that seemed to her very
lovable. She wanted to help him out;
but she let him work through the diff
iculty for the good Of his soul. 1--we
been thinking eve since last Saturday
that l ought to talk to you"
Don't look so much in earnest"
she interrupted. I'm like David Cop
perfeld's Dora-'can't bear to be talk.
ed to seriously"
His embarrassed earnestness lifted
q little. Nov, you've led me straight
! to the point" he said. "You--you re-
member Dora's housekeeping"
1t was her turn to flush nov. "I-
I didn't say l vas like Dora in every.
thing" she protested. "Tm--Tm an
epitome of all the heroines in fiction
| all the nice ones, that is. You needn't
be afraid" A spark of resentment
was beginning to show through her
! d~istressful embarrassment.
Listen" he said. You misunder
stood me. Let me tell you in another
way. l have a theory"
oh" she said, recovering herself
| 'if that's all! You're precisely the
man I'd suspect of carrying concealed
theories. l haven't told you," she
said, looking up at him vindictively
that you're just precisely not the
kind of man l intended to marry. You
see. since I've been in college, I've met
SO many-freaks-I verify believe I've
! been proposed to by a Greek Preposi
ton. pursued by an Economic Theory
| and all but captured by a Daily Theme
that finally l said n day to mother
Mother. do you mind if l marry a
! outcher-or a Viking? If l could only
ind a nice, CORY Viking! No intellec
rual person need apply"
You're trying to distract my mind
ne said, with great s%ternLess. DC
, you"-he cleared his throat, his
bravado deserving him a little, "do
you know anything about the raw
food movement"
Raw food?' she repeated blankly.
Its an ideal diet-a return to ma
ture in the practical sense" he ex
planned h%urriedly. She looked genu
inely disconnected. After all, he die
not know her very well. Perhaps he
did not at all; the idea Of a square
meal certainly seemed incongruous IL
connection with her. She looked a.
if she got that color as the flowers
get theirs. 1t was embarrassing to b.
! discussing such things so soon; yet
hang i'll
DO you raw pork and pea
nuts-and fish-worms, for instance?'
she asked, with a smile which broughr
the queer, misplaced little dimple a
the lower corner of her mouth into full
play.
"Not-exactly," he answered, splash
| ing in the water with his paddle. "It''
the principle of cooking that's wrong,
he explained.
She blushed. She had overlooked
that.
Have you ever tried it," he asked
skeptically, with the amazing audacit!
Of the meek.
Tried it," she echoed Indignantly
81 don't see how you've found tim'
while you've been in college," b
said, retreating a little.
"One a always find time for wha
n likes" she retorted. Besides,
was brought up to know how to d.
things, on principle. My mother ha!
old-fashioned ideas about such things
And l like it. When my brains tires
there's nothing that soothes it lik'
making noodles. It's a beautiful &C
complishment. And one doesn't hav'
to think noodle thoughts the while
though noodle thoughts are very in
teresting, for that matter"
6" should think they might be-" h,
commented. A deep amusement wa
dawning in his eyes.
He was so lovable in his slow efor
at readjustment that she cried on