Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1913-05-02

Wow. That's the view Dominick him
self probably took. It's the sort OF
Idea you might expect him to have.
something ornamental and impracti-
cal, that's all right to keep In the cup
board and take out and dust, but that
don't do for everyday use. That sort
of thing is all very we'll for girl,
but 1t doesn't do for a man. It's not
for this world and our times. Maybe
1t was all right when a feller went
round in armor, fighting for unknown
damsels, but 1t won't go in California
to-day. The woman was a working
woman, she wasn't any green girl
She earned her living in an office full
of men, and l guess there wasn't
much she didn't know. She saw
through Dominick and gathered him
in. It's all very we'll to be chival-
rous, but you don't want to be con-
founded fool"
Are you COMPOUNDED fool when
you're doing what you think right?"
ut depends on what you think right,
honey. If it's going to break up your
life, cut you Off from your kind, make
an outcast of you from your own
folks, and poverty-stricken outcast
at that, you're a confounded fool to
think It's right. You oughtn't to let
yourself think so. That kind OF a
moral attitude is luxury. Women
can cultivate it because they don't
have to get out in the world and fight.
They keep indoors and get taken care
Of, and the queer ideas they have
don't hurt anybody. But mem"
He stopped, realizing that perhaps
he was talking too frankly. He had
long known that Rose harbored these
Utopian theories on duty and honor,
which he thought very nice and pretty
for her and, which went gracefully
with her character as sheltered,
cherished. and unworldly maiden. 1t
was his desire to see what effect the
conversation was having on her that
made him deal so unceremoniously
with ideals of conduct which were all
very well for Bill Cannon's daughter
but were ruinous for Dominick Ryan.
''If you live in the world you've got
to cut your cloth by it's measure" he
continued. Look at that poor devil,
tied to woman that's not going to
let him go If she can help 1t, that he
doesn't care for"
"How do you know he doesn't care
for her?" The interruption came in
tone Of startled surprise and Rose
stared at him, her eyes wide with 1t.
For moment the old man was at
loss. He would have told any lie
rather than have let her guess his
knowledge of the situation and the in
formation given him by Dominick He
realized that his zeal had made him
imprudently garrulous, and, gazing
at her with a slightly stupid express
sion, said in low tone Of self-justifi-
cation:
We'll, that's my idea. guessed it.
I've heard one thing and another here
and there and I've come to the con-
clusion that there's no love lost be-
tween them. It's the natural outcome
Of the situation, anyway"
Yes, perhaps" she murmured. She
placed her elbow on the table and
pressed the tips of her fingers against
her cheek. Her hand and arm, re-
vealed by her loose lace sleeve. looked
as if cut out of ivory.
"And then" went on her father re-
morselessly, "the results of being a
confounded fool don't stop right there
That's one of the worst things of al
lowing yourself the luxury of foolish
on ri 0h oil q
like wheel started on a down-hill
grade. Some day that boy1l meet the
right woman-the one he really wants
the one that belongs to him. Hell
be able to stand 1t all right till then
And then he'll realize just what he's
done and what he's up against, ant
things may happen"
The smoke wreaths were thick II
front of his face, and peering through
them he saw the young girl move hel
fingers from her cheek to her fore
head. where she gently rubbed then
up and down.
isn't that about the size of itf" h,
queried, when she did not answer.
Eyes, maybe" she said in voic.
that sounded muff1ed.
"It'll be pretty tough proposition
and it's bound to happen. A decen
feller like that is just the man to fal
in love. And he'd be good to won
an, he'd make her happy. He's
good husband lost for some nice girl
Roses fingers ceased moving acres
her forehead. Her hand rested there
shading her eyes. For a moment tn
old man-his vision precipitated int,
the half-understood wretch edness o
Dominick Ryan's position-forgot heI
and he said in hushed voice OF feel
ing:
"By God. I'm sorry for the poo
boy!"
His daughter rose suddenly with
rustling of crushed silks. The SCUM
brought him back in an instant and h
leaned over the arm of his chair. hi
cigar in his left hand. his right way
ing the smoke wreaths from befor
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