Tulsa daily world. [volume] (Tulsa, Indian Territory [Okla.]) 1905-1919, 1912-02-18
Twas in the Month of February In
the Year When All the Feminine
Tribe Can on Cannot.

! bnt MOI llineI. explained Mis-
Cozzens Cfor such was ne beautiful
young lady's name, "Oh, Mortimec
II mother came in what would sht
say?"
."Why' said the crafty young Mr.
Wigtree, we could let go iii ",
heard her coming and then whu
could she say?"
True" mused little Miss Cozzens
1 II hadn't thought OF that" And after
a thoughtful pause, she SAID. "Oh
4 Mr.. W gtree-Mortimer l mean" sh,
corrected herself in obedience to the
/ pressure of Mr. Wigtree's good right
hand. "Oh, Mortimer, this being lear
| year.
Whereupon Mr.. Wigtree suffered
an eXcruciating lit Of coughing and
when he had (in measure) recoy.
cred he turned to her saying:
Miss Cozzens-'
Yes, Mortimer"
Miss Cozzens, have you noticed A..
the divorce cases that are mentioned
in the papers lately?"
Yes" nodded our bashful lite
lady Isn't it awful"
"Frightful.' he croaked, "frightful!
Two people meet. They think they
love each other. She is beautiful ana
accomplished. He is-er-manly Qet
us say and unusually clever. In an
evil moment they plight their troth.
They marry (alasD and often in less
than a month they find themselves
fal A.
then-the divorce court-and often
their lives are wrecked and lost ana
utterly thrown awayf"
And such was the depth of his emo.
tion that he quite forgot to squeeze
her hand, but sat there brooding (lll,e
another Henry Clay) at the inscrut'
able doings of Fate.
81 wouldn't take it so much to heart
Mortimer" murmured little Miss
Cozzens, IF I were you"
But ] cannot help taking it -
heart he said, making a moody ges-
ture, "for l have often felt a pre-.
monition that such would be my own
experienced"
"Oh. Mortimer MOI"
He had managed to shake his hair
down over his eyes and now he turno I
and regarded her Through his bangs5
with a glance more somber than l can
put into wosds)
But how" he said in a hollow and
gloomy voice. how can a man escape 3
his Destiny"
Mortimer" she said in comfort
abel voice and squeezing his hand U1
comfort hlm). II don't believe that
such is to be your destiny at all. I'm
sure II isn't. Anyhow, this
being leap year."
Again his cough overpowered HIM
and he patted himself weakly on his
chest and hunche6 up his shoulders
in the most melancholy manner i'm
aginable.
What an awful cold you've got"
exclaimed little Miss Cozzens from
the depths of her warm little heart.
Il am used to it. he said with pa.
thetic smile.
'Why. dear me! l never heard you
cough so much in all my life BEFORE
Il have tried to hide it,
What are you taking for it?"
Nothing" he said with another
hopeless smile, and throwing out his
arms he added (almost in a Whisper:
What is the use?- An, what is the
use?"
She gently squeezed his fingers.
Mortimer" she said. Il want YOU
to take something for it, For my sake.
Butter and sugar is good And so IS
olive OIL"
1T often seems to me-" he said,
that the world is full of trouble.
Look at the way food is going up.
Miss Cozzens. why. folks can't begin
to think of marrying any more!"
They do. though" she brightly an.
swered him.
But they shouldn't" he said. and
he even frowned a little. mot with
food where It IS. lie made a gesture
toward the chandelier, as though that
useful piece OF furniture was a vego-
table garden. Now, look at pota.
toes!' he cried. why. potatoes ha, .
gotten to be q downright luxuryl Only
to be enjoyed by the rich!"
Il don't care, Mortimer" she said.
II never liked potatoes, either boiled,
fried or mashed. Mother will toll
you the same thing
But like themi' he declared.
"Oh. you extravagant thlngl" cried
little Miss Cozzens.
And look at-look at meat" he
desperately continued. "Yes. look at
meatl Now when meat was selling ut
a reasonable price people could affol
TO get married. But not nowi Nti
nowl"
"All the same Mortimer" she re.
fiected. Il notice that they keep right
on getting married"
Cream has gone up, too" he said, |
with mournful shake Of his head.
Cream is very fattening," said III. |
tie Miss Cozzens with plump little
motion of her elbows
And as for buitsg----''
Il seldom ca, ~,
And cheeee---'