Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1913-09-14
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MIR. MOrehouSe is a very promising
young man
"The person marry won't be promising
young man. Promising young men con-
tinually remind me of my own deficiencies.
Imagine demonstrating a critic like that,
marrying a mirror for ones foibles and be
able to see nothing else-no, thanks!'
3Whom will you marry, them" sighed
Mrs. Westfeld resignedly.
Hernia Challoner caught her by the arm.
ooh, don't know. Only he isn't the kind
of man who'd send me roses. | think he's
something between pilgrim and vaga-
bond, knight-errant from somewhere be-
tween Heaven and the true Bohemia, de-
spiser of shams and vanities, a man SO much
bigger than am that he can make me what
he is-in spite of myself
Hernia! A Bohemian! Such a person
will hardly be found
ooh, Aunty, you don't understand. I'm
not likely to find him. I'm not even looking
for him, you know, and just now don't
want to marry anybody
Il only hope that when you do, Hernia,
you will commit no imprudence,' said Mrs.
Westheld severely.
Hernia turned quickly. "Aunty, Captain
Lundt of the Kaiser Wilhelm used to tell me
that there were two ways of going into fog.
One was to go slow and use the siren. The
other was to crowd on steam and go like
@Hermia!"
"I'm sorry, Aunty, but that describes the
situation exactly I'm too wealthy to risk
marrying prudently. I'd have to find a man
who was as prudent as was, which means
that he'd be marrying me for my money!
3That doesn't follow. You're pretty, at
tractive
ooh, thanks. know what am. I'm an
animated dollar mark, a financial abnormal
ity, with just about as much chance OF being
loved for myself alone as fox In November.
When men used to propose to me | halted
them, pressed their hands, babe them be
happy, and wept tear or two for the thing
that could not be. Now fix them with a
cold appraising eye and let them stammer
through to the end. I've learned something.
The possession of money may have its disad-
vantages; but it sharpens ones wits amaz-
ingly.
"I'm afraid it sharpens them too much,
my DEAR said Mrs. Westfeld coldly. She
looked round the room helplessly, as if seek
ing in some mute object tangible evidence
of her niece's sanity. ooh, well, she fin
ished, Il shall hope and pray for miracle
to bring you to your senses And then,
3What have you planned for the spring."
am going to Wake Robin first. By next
week my aerodrome will be finished. My
machine is promised by the end of May.
They're sending a reliable mechanician-"
@Rehable-in the air Imagine it,
"-and I'll be flying in a month
THE good lady rose, and Hernia watched
her with an expression in which relief
and guilt were strangely mingled. Her con-
science always srnote her after one of her
declarations of independence from her Aunt,
whose mildness and ineptitude in the I'M
equal struggle always left the girl with an
unpleasant sense of having taken a mean
advantage of a helpless adversary.
There's nothing more for me to say, |
suppose" said Mrs. Westfeld.
Nothing except that you approve
pleaded her niece wistfully.
all never do that" icily. Il don't APP
prove of you at all. Why should | mince
matters? You're gradually alternating me,
Hernia, cutting yourself off from the few
blood relations you have on earth"
"From Millicent and Theodore? | thought
that Milly fairly dotted on me"
Mrs. Westfeld stammered helplessly.
ats II who object. | don't like your
friends. don't think should be doing my
duty to their sainted father if
@Oh, | see,' said Hernia thoughtfully.
4You think / may pervert, contaminate
them
"Not you: your friends"
Il was hoping that you would all come
I'll IL: E. T..