The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1920-07-16
ysYimiA's Wants
BY ELIzAsHTH, q. DAY.

as' 1929; y IA'eclprs F.wst.s! sspraia.t.-'
"Yes, Tom I'll marry you" con-
sented Sylvia so readily that Tom was
almost overcome.
Sylvia, the talented, brilliant, pupu-
lar girl. with half. the young men, in
town clamoring for even one evening
Of her company, accepting Tom Train-
or, the moderate, determined young
bank clerk with a moderate salary and
very moderate prospects for the fu-
.ture. Truly it. was amazing lit had
taken, Tom three. years to summon suf-
ficient courage to propose, and now
he wondered for a moment why he
lad mot done II before. n b
( Td weIF he knewl His limited cir:
cumstances had at one time seemed
an insnrmountable barrier between
them; but now that he had saved
little and was getting ON better at the
bank he had mustered the necessary
courage to- pop the question. &
YES, and Wen have a church we'd
ding and six bridesmaids and all the
'fixin's,' and, Tom, / know dear, lit
tie house I'd like to live in, brand new,
and only $1,000. There's duck of a
garage where we can keep our own
little car, for wen surely have one,
won't, we, dear? And, Tom, saw
living room suite In town the other
day. for $3.50, and a solid mahogany
set for only 5000. You see. dear,
I~-sort of had bunch you'd ask me
soon, so I've been scouting around, for
j am firm believer in preparedness,
you know" C
Tom was beginning to have
lunches In, several different dlIec-
lions. Now, Tom thought he had sized
Sylvia up better than that. He knew
her. father was very "well off" though
not wealthy; that they had a "fiiv-
,ver." as did almost everyone in the
thrifty little town. but where had Syl-
via acquired such; eytrayagaat .tastes2
oh, but he had been fool TO dream Of
winning her and keeping her. He had
won her. but how about keeping her?
Was she, after all, like some other
empty-headed girls he knew, with
aspirations for rich husband? Surely
he had never lived in manner that
would cause Sylvia to believe that he
had money. ~ ,s+
Miserably he, thought of the $4,000
he had managed to save, at no small
sacrifice, either. Well, he was doom
ed to be an old bachelor, for he never
could love anyone but Sylvia. He
was disappointed in her. TO be, sure.
for ne had believed her the sincerest,
truest type of ,wonanhood. bur he
loved her none the less for his dis
appointment. ~----..- -s--.-t .--.-...-.- .-.-
Sylvia, apparently mistaking his ST.
lence for bliss, was chattering on hap
ply abouta "ducky" Kitchen cabinet
and fireless cooker and no end of aln-
Ainum ware, the purchase OF which
could mean bankruptcy for Tom. <
He must speak. he must tell her
that all these things could not be. for
years and years anyway, and probably
never. 1881
sylvia" he began, miserabfy. l4.,
s"YesT with some asperity.
II loye YOU" finished Tom lamefy!
"Of course you do, dear. and Il love
you to distraction, and that iS why ]
can hardly walt for all the, lovely
things we are going TO get together
SO that was 1t; she loved him not
for himself alone. ,. m
sylvia" he began again, and then
stopped. Then courage camelto him.
a courage he had not thought possible.
1t was clear that7he must speak. 4
He did not try TO take her hand or
even to look at her. Gripping his
knuckles together, he plunged. n
Listen, just minute, Sylvia. 1
never inteded to misrepresent things,
but i surely must have If you think
can afford to buy $4,000 house,
several thousand dollars worth of
furniture, car and all that sort OF
thing. I've tried to save, and thought
had tidy little sum until heard
your wants. Ididnt realize girls need
ed so much to make them happy. J j
somehow thought you loved me enough
to start at the bottom of the ladder
and climb up with me, but guess ]
made mistake.
"Tm sorry, Sylvia, but / can't ex-
pect you to marry me. for you'd never
be happy on salary OF $500 and d
bank account Of $4,000, out Of which
we'd have to buy furniture and get
started" ,i,s.., I. 4
Sylvia was Silent. Oh, II she would
only say something-anything to break
the awful silence. Tom could not
look at her; he felt weak and shaxy
and thoroughly miserable. Nah
''Tom, dear" said Sylvia, smuggling
close. ...-4--.---..-----...-..-- ---..----... 1
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