New-York tribune., 1910-07-31
Famous ffcYs of Days Gone By
Condensed Ir7fo Short Stories

Sastir. reused with the revelry of vigor,
health and JOY! Oh, how 1 love it,
The lady stopped. Wildrake. caught up
by the vision of the pictured hunt. had
seemed his sporting SELF again. but he re-
sumed his new role of the town gentleman
as he said:
I've taken another thought Of life,
madam, and have become another man"
Pray tell me why" asked the lady.
You see, explained Wildrake, lamely.
I'm no longer the hunter but the hunted.
To be as frank with you you have been
with me. l am caught myself in a chase
never dreamed off, Blushing and perspir
ing as he said this, the country squire
bowed and took his leave. AS to the yelled
lady. the close of the interview had af-
fected her oddly. She muttered after the
departing figure: Fool, BOBBY. He in
lovet'
On his next visit to the Fondloves Wild
rake found Constance the teaser changed
into Constance the spitfre. She flew at
him in a fury berated him for "aping
gentleman" mimicked his dancing steps,
scorned his boorish ignorance of music and
bade him go home to Lincolnshire and
mind his dog and horni' In despair he re-
sorted to friend Trueworth. The latter i'm
mediately resigned his own (pretended)
claims and told Wildrake to affect sue
cess in his love suit and thereby win her
Thus encouraged, he tried again.
-Neighbor Constance, / am happy
man." began E-ildrake. My suit-in love,
not in chancery-is prospering.'
Are you about TO marry, neighbor Wild
rake?" she stormed back. Because If you
are you're a fool! You're not fit to marry
know nothing Of the world, have no more
experience than schoolboy. no mind Of
your own-your wife will make a fool of
you, jilt you and break your heart. 1 wish
she may, I do, You have no more business
with wife than 1 have.'
Wildrake replied that the wedding day
was to be on the morrow. Would Mistress
Constance please to act as bridesmaid, and
would she fix the hour she could most con-
veniently attend?
1T shall be doomsday. them said the
angry girl why doomsday? Go ask
your bride. you BOBBY, and give her that
from met she went on. illustrating that"
with tremendous slap on the face. Il
beg you and ! may be strangers henceforth
sir Don't think this jealousy. for I'm not
Jealous: wouldn't be even where 'twere
worth my while. Marry her to-day, neigh
bor the sooner the better, and may you
find vou have a bargain AS for the lady
let me wish her much joyi Send me no
bride cake nor gloves, either-if you do
III give them 20 my serving woman or
throw them in the fire." And she founced
out of the room. passion tossed. weeping
and protesting that now neighbor Wild
rake has got himself wife. there isn't a
s-s-soul in the w-w-world ! c-c-care to
quarrel with
Sir William Fondlove was not party to
this domestic storm, for all his thoughts
and ambitions were centred upon a certain
rich and pretty widow. Before the spruce
old gentleman. carrying his siXty-two sum
rlcrs ana winters with wonderful spright-
illness, IS admitted 20 the presence of his
mature inamorata, let us take a peep at a
scene in the Widow Green's parlor.
Here knecis Waller. the fashionable blade
about town, whom Of all the London gal
lants Mistres. Green has singled out as her
choice to take the pace Of the late Ia
mented Alderman Green. But wonder Of
wondersi lie appears 20 be making love
10 the maid and not the mistress. 'Tis =
scandal. surely, The sly, clever dog, pre-
tendedly angling for Mrs. Green's forty
year affections, while really counting Lydia,
the firing woman! And Lydia loves him.
too-that their talk shows. Wait, though.
'Tis tragedy. not comedy, we contemplate.
As good as she is sweet and beautiful, the
maid bids Master Waller goodby. Sooner
than be tempted ~ his advances she will
leave her mistresss service and hide her
self in obscurity.
As Lydia fees cer lover and Waller sits
nusing in the empty room. Mistress Green
enters and just behind her tspoiling the
expected tate-a-tete), appears Sir William
FondloVe.
''Confound that baronet,' pouts the host
ess to herself. Il would he had the gout
and kept his room" Eut, after ALI why
shouldn't she capuvate the old boy !. bit,
| thus making Waller jealous and forcing :.
declaration?
You are looking monstrous well, Sir