Hopkinsville Kentuckian. [volume] (Hopkinsville, Ky.) 1889-1918, 1913-06-14

class at The college. bet could
make a man Of him, il / had the
rightw She gave a little involuntary
sigh; then with a sudden flush,
drowned romantic musings in the
Gathering dishpan.
Alpheus, too, had his meditations,
as he walked to his painting class. A
pleasing possibility had occurred to
him several times, Of late; one which
caused decided quickening Of his
pulses. "Why notY" he unused. "Un-
til now, | have been content alone,
for the young girls nowadays are dis
turbing to my sensitive nature. They
are not domestic; they are too indie
pendent; they do not suggest the re-
pose, the womanly Difference to my
Judgment, the solicitude for my COM
fort, so necessary to happiness. But
dear Mrs. Martin knows all my
tastes, and apparently studies only
to please me. She is charming, too
really charming and she owns her
own home realize that / am grow
ing fond of her, and she might learn
to love me, and accept gratefully my
guidance and protection. Yes, will
speak to Alicia sweet name-With-
out delay
A month later marked the begin
ming of their honeymoon, at a popu-
lar seaside resort. The courtship
had been brief, for any doubts which
the bride may have felt had been set
at rest by Alpheus' plea, 81 need you,
dear Alice |" She knew he needed
her, and conscience as well as heart
urged her to do her duty by him. The
union of their two small incomes as
sured them a good home, and his pro-
fession commanded social respect.
As they sat together at breakfast in
their modest hotel, she felt at peace
with the world, and beamed kindly
upon her spouse, as he prepared to
open his egg.
Suddenly the doubt in his face
turned to awful certainty, and he
hastily dropped the egg, his very
fnger-tips expressing distress. CAL
ice" he shuddered, ats too soft-my
.eggl Pm sure it's scant four min
utes. Where is the waiter-quick ?"
The new Mrs. Maywood's smile
took on a tender, maternal quality,
and she laid a soothing hand upon
his agitated shoulder. ''Never mind,
dear" she said, sweetly but firmly.
eve won't bother him for such a
triAe-and anyhow, it's more healthy
than that sticky way you like 'em.
And you know at home, 1 can't get
'em just right, half the time, 20 you
might as we'll get used to the differ
ent stages. See, I'll put in some of
this nice bacon, and you eat a hot
roll with it, and you'll never know
the difference. You see, petite, be-
ing alone so long, with no one to
tell you, you were fussy; you've got
into lot of queer little ways-I've
often noticed, but it would have been
forward of me to help you, before
you belonged to me. Eat your break
fast, dearie-I've fixed your coffee.
Oh, that's so, you don't take cream
but never mind; just try it Alice's
way and see how nice it isp'
Mrs. haywood had that magnetic
quality which marks the successful
nurse to the mentally afflicted. Her.
husbands tense nerves relaxed in
spite of themselves, and as he looked
into her smiling blue eyes and at her
tempting pink lips, he too smiled
vaguely, ard ate the underdone egg
and despised bacon, and drank his
coffee with cream, as one in a trance.
But as he took sip of water, actu-
ally unheeding the thickness of the
glass, his eyes were large and absent,
and seemed deeply to interrogate the
future.-C. R. S., in the Buffalo Ex-
press.