The Hope pioneer. [volume] (Hope, N.D.) 1882-1964, 1910-03-17
a Wedding Eve
Quarrel
By R. S. PHILLIPS

IF you do go"-Anne pouted, and
Anne's style of pout was almost as de.
liciously d%istracting as her smile
you can just consider everything,
everything and the
stamp Of a small foot added weight to
the assertion-"at an end between
us!" /.
but, honey, don't be unreasonable.
It's become almost a time-honored Gus
TOM"
Bachelor dinners on the eve of your
wedding may be the custom, but If you
really loved me as you say you do,
you would spend our last unmarried
evening with me-with me only"
There was a suspicion of tears in
Anne's clear eyes.
Anne! It's quite time this nonsense
stopped" Having tried cajolery, har-
assed Robert Warren vainly supposed
that a bit of sternness in his attitude
might prove an antidote to his capri
cious loves unreason.
The pretty nose assumed a greater,
altitude, and a little slipper began to
beat a DEVILS tattoo upon the soft rug.
After deep contemplation, Anne said
but two words-"Oh! Indeed!"
Often had just these two words re-
duced that stalwart man to abject sub
mission. Now. however, the abject
element was altogether lacking.
Very WE'LL" springing to her feet,
and drawing her five feet nothing to-
the fullest height, which allowed a
little more than normal measurement
on account of Louis XIV. heels. go
to your bachelor dinner, and tell your
precious ushers that it heralds your re-,
entrance into single blessedness! I'm!
glad! Glad! Glad! Robert Warren 7
tempestIously, "that I've found you
out before tomorrow"
And, with a tragic gesture that
Duse would not have scorned, Anne
swept her chiffons out of the room.
The tragic pose changed quickly, how
ever, to something rather pathetically.
human, and Anne subsidized in a miser-
able heap among the cushions of the
wide window seat.
Warren, left alone, unused wrathfully
upon the Inconsistency of woman in
general and one in particular. He ar
.gued bitterly to himself that he had
never dreamed his hitherto darling
Anne" could be so vixenish. Such a;
ridiculous matter to create a teapot
tempest-as if all eligible bachelors,
didn't give their particular chums a;
dinner chance to wish them g%odspeed
upon the troubled e of matrimony.
II didn't kick a bit about her brides
maids luncheon" he muttered, resent
fully, kicking spitefully at a fat has
sock, land I'm sure 1 wanted to see
her this afternoon, tool"
$ Then he stopped and tried to ina
CINE a life with Anne left out of It
dainty, dimpling Anne, who was sun
shine most always, with just enough
prettily cloudy weather for effective
contrast. Yes, life without Anne was
utterly out of the question. He won
dered miserably if she would make
up" Well, poor unfortunate man
could only fail in such a venture. He
FASTENED into the hall in search of an
ODllg1ng maid, to whom to intrust his
mission. There he encountered the
miserable, sobbing heap on the wide
window seat. /.
II won't do it, Anne!"-gathering
the fascinating bunch of misery into
his strong arms.
Really, really, Bob!"
Really, Anne!"
Then you can-and must. l only
wanted to be sure, dearest, that you
would give it up for my sake"
Which last sentence only made Bob
Warren ponder all the more deeply
upon the INCONSISTENCY of woman in
general and one in particular. How.
ever, he didn't argue the matter, but
kissed Anne instead.
Matches.