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feelings oil the heart mi ill-ten to
e men see all women the only per ee-
tloo of erection. and triple one woman es
the aggregated perfect on ot all women-
my emotions, es I wee about to eey when
I interrupted myself. ere utterly pere-
lyud. and have been since the 14th day
otlut September. at in minutes after it
A. M., Eastern tllne. .
At that hour and for eeyeral hours pre-
viously. I was in the edt cl spending my
summer vacation at e delightfully quiet
end retired resort on the Atlantic coast,
where also among e number of other for-
tunetee, Mlle Ruth Allen, Miss Myrtle
Morton-«such a sweet name. that. I used
to think-and Jack Foster, the bane of
my existence and the paralyze-r of my
emotions. ‘
Foeterwae a dashing fellow while I
was merely a dashed fellow, and because
of that. possibly. I was less fortunate in
my heart alfuirs than he. In any event I
never loved a dear gazelle. as the poet has
It, I believe. but some day, sooner or
. later, the nervy Foster came that way and
chose her for his mate, the result of which
invariably was I lost. her.
Several times during the summer I had
for these depreciation» of his, been tempt~
ed to drown him. for I was u. lino sailor
and he wasn’t. though he often went out
with me, as he said he felt safe in my
hands and he had a large llfo insurance
policy in addition. Then he would laugh
at his time tried and fire tested joke and
all the girls would laugh also.
Bah! The idiots to laugh at an old
chestnut like that. A eocanut was
equally as funny and much larger.
However, as time moved on, Jack gave
me a chance, and, left. to my own devices,
it was not a great while before i was [my
lug undivided attention to Miss Allen
and Miss Morton. These taro were my
choice. and, one I felt sure would be
chosen, but as yet I had not determined
which one.
The time for decision came at last. for
my month waanoariy up, and on that
sweet September morn l hall on engage-
ment to go walking with Miss Allen. I
felt that morning; that she was the one
woman of all Women forme, and I asked
her to no with me so that I might have
an opportunity to ask her a far more, im'
portant question. I am sure she under
stood my purpose. for i had almost more
than once told her what was in my
heart.
“Miss Ruth,” I said, as we stroll.
ed along the shore returning to the hotel,
“may I ask you a question?"
"Certainly, Mr. llrytiug," she replied,
es sweetly as a girl could reply or a bird
could sing.
“It is not. an everyday question,"
I said, as a slight preparation to
her. "but one of great importance to
me.”
"It isn't, a conundrum, is it?" she asked
nervously. "for l hatL coaundrums."
"Yes, it is," I answered. “At least it is
about something that Idou't want to
give up."
There wasn’t anything funny in that
but I laughed at it and she joined in it,
giving me to that extent an addition to
my courage.
“Well. you don’t have to give it up."
she said. "You surely can answer your
own conundrum." ‘
”Not this one. I fear.
“Goodness. it must be a hard one.
Don't ask rue. I’m sure [can't answer
it.”
“Yes, you can," I insisted. “You
know," and I became serious, "you know,
Miss Ruth, that for sometime past I have
been thinking of you a great deal. More,
indeed,thun I should have done, forthcre
was so much uncertainty in it all. I have
been thinking of it this moment. and
of you, and of what I should my to you
and how I should say it, to win the nu—
swor I desired above all things earthly."
“Well, but what is your eoonmlrum?”
Miss Allen asked.
"Simply this: Will you be my wife?" I
said, dropping on one knee in the sand.
"Goodness! I can answer that cusliy
enough. No; I cannot marry you."
The nnhesitatint; way in Willt‘ll she
spoke made me almost hopeless, yet i
persisted.
“Iiut you could learn," i pleaded there
in the sand ~fool that [was to think that
uwoman could learn to marry a man.
\thcvu'r heard of such a thing?
“No," she said, “i could not learn for-
fob—fort -"
“Don't. finish the saute-lice," lsald I’I'r
terly, as I rose from my (lovotionul atti-
tude, “don't finish it, pray. i know you
will say that you love uuolln-r, and that
utterly precludes your taking lessons
under my instructioim. (if roursc.” I
O
WWI I “M um
my tree heroine» it 1 hell been
in. in the bot-sun be‘reheeded.
“Well. you have." she continued. “pod L
it make- you hendsomer then lever sew
you before.” ‘ ,
“Possibly." I eeld. speehimr slowly end
with evident feeling. “it is because the
full sunshine of your kindness hes never
ehone on me before and given me its re-
dleuce.” “
”0h," she exclaimed, "this is perfectly
delicious. You telk Just like e character
in e novel."
"Is it novel for a men to love a beauti-
ful women?” asked. looklnx squarely
into her eyes and thinking how much
prettier than Mlu Allen she was.
“Are you in love!" she asked, with
charming naivette.
At this moment we were a hundred
yards or more behind the party. end it
was five minutes after ll o'clbck. A. M.
"0h, Myrtle,” Ibroke out with a ter-
vor 1 did not think I was capable of.
"don’t you know that I am in love. and
don’t you know with whom? Haven’t
you seen every day for weeks that you
held my heart in thrnll and that you
Were its queen? Don’t you know, Myr-
tle, that l have been waiting for and
wishing and hoping for the propitious
time when icould tell you this? Now. I
am soon to “chuck to my work, to‘ the
dark and dismal town, and before I no
won’t you give me your heart to take the
place of mine you have taken away, that
its light may make sunshine along all
the. paths of the future my footsteps may
fell upon? Tell me. Myrtle. tell me?"
and in my wild ardor I caught her hand
in mine and kissed it.
“()h,” she exclaimed, snatching it
away, "don‘t do that. They'll see us.“
“Whatdoi cure?” I replied. “An hou-
est love fears no criticism."
"I know. i know,” she stainmered,
"but you mustn't talk love to me.
can’t listen to vou now. Jack Foster
and I are engaged. He asked me yester-
day ond we are to be married in Decem-
her.”
And it. was fifteen minutes after i1
o'clock A. .\I.-—-I)etrolt Free Press.
THE POETIC BURGLAR.
Twentyvlive Yeere of Prison Life For the
Medium of the Muse.
Fred Irving, who is serving a twenty-
tlvc years' sentence in the Maine State's
prison for burglary. and who isaltogethcr
a bad man, indulge-s his poetic instincts
by producingsonncls of varied patterns.
In reading them one cannot help think-
ing what an automatic genius for good
and evil .\ir. Irving is. Some persons
might call it versatility, but we fear the
poet is wearing the grinning Inaak while
he compows such lines as:
God sent a poem to my heart last night;
The visitation of tha- lloly “host
Hurst through the l-orrldnrs of thought Al-
"14ml
Profilruilnu nu- wlth a divine delight
I hoard tin-stars make mush- in their flight
Anu saw Illl' plnlons of u Seraph lumt.
And felt the rushing wind of l’e‘ntt-t'nnt
Sweep by me as I rose and sought to write.
But in an instant was the vision fled.
And i loaned. paniinlr. on my lonely desk.
I know that it will never l'lllllt‘ again;
But in that forrtnste ofthn joys ahead.
I‘ve been of allihe earth supremely bloat,
And thank Thee, Father, with union.
aiucnl
Try as he mayto stifle his evil impulses
Mr. Irving is still the burglar, and these
selections from his poems may close up-
propriately with the following realistic
nonnet.
Olioi Look out for me. I come in the night,
I mmw in the dead of the night when you
think all’e well.
I come to give you that horrible. sinking
fright.
In the pl! of thr- etomaohwl' which you've
Ill'fll‘ll folks tell.
And when you sm- a little pencil of “Rh!
And a velvet inn-4k n'hovrr above your bed.
Don‘t move. don‘t even breathe, or hop ye
might
Br titling a long eimuuemrni with the dead.
I’d kinder llltil‘ lo knife such a pretty girl:
So duh-tony ln-auty.“ lllll' l xunop the sin".
And I‘ll not injure even your lightest rnrl.
lly ill-orire ' this is a .lurzeusen. sure ciunighl
Those diamond drops arr rukous; this black
pearl
Will lump me many a day like a Lord Mue-
dull.
Cnmmlnge's Story of Horace Greeley.
“While 1 have the floor," said Amos
Cumminits, "I might as well tell a story
l
about IIKII‘ill‘U Greeley. I Worked with
iireelcy {or years. He alwayscailed me
‘Asnz' never could remember Amos. One
day I went out to see Greeley at i‘happar
qua 'bnlll. some newspaper business. The
went on, brutally enough, I'm tally". "n, 'old gentleman saw mecomiun all he stood
Would have been utterly impox~ildo for'
you to hut/c prevented me from making
the fool of myself I have. and i ltilsnin,‘
you from any conulvaneo la the mam-r.
May I ask as an epilogue to lili‘l munedy.
that you will tell me who the happy man
is, that I may congratulate hon?“
Her eyes blazed and her thouks red-
dened. and how pretty hlli' was as she
looked at me all an angry (pit-on might
look upon an olIrudlnu Mil-j». rt.
“Mr. lirytlnu," sho Mtlil. seornlully,
"I had hoped to spare you pill”. and had
thought to may uood~hy to you after this
pleaaant holiday by the sea as lrmnda nay
gnml‘by. with Norrow in every until. but
how I shall any good-by Willl unit-tuned
pleasure, and in partial! Wlll lwl a peru-
llnr delight. in telling you I hat the happy
man is your friend; Mr. l“. «or, and that
he asked me only ylslrrday to be his
wife, and I took this walk with you to
tell you so. and did not do no because. as
you are well aware. you took up all the
time at my dispoeal with the nimurdly
important qmmtion you had to ask me."
What further remarks she might have
mede I have no means of knowing. but
they would, no doubt. have “one much
further. for in an angry wwaau’e game
with language she plays without limit.
but fortunately for my self esteem we
were startled at that moment by the
shoots of a party coining over the sand
hill toodr left, end by the time we had
made a rapid change in Mll‘ outward
show of temper the crowd was upon us.
'I‘h I come out in search of us to
50 n a party for a sail and among the
searchers were Mr. Foster and Mice Mor-
ton. Under the circllmatuncrs it wee not
a difficult matter for Mow Allen and
myself to nut-ct an intrrchanue ol' ee-
curts. and I accompanied Miss Morton
beck to the hotel, lI’lIVlIIK Miss Allen to
the temier mercies of her fiance.
A! Miss Morton and I followed in “I.
wehe of the returning proccsslonJ made
myeilf particularly any and she seemed
to appreciate the more than she bed ever
doc
e.
"What e color you have
”use." else sentenced. u
f
l
looking out the window and opened the
door himself.
" 'i‘ume here, Asa.’ he said, in his high,
mealy tones, as he led me into a fashion
of parlor.
"i followed him into the room. and MI
was only going to remain a moan-at, laid
my hat, gloves and (tune on a center tit-
blc. (in-elcy and I had just immersed our
solve» in a talk when Mrs. lire-sly swept
into the room. Now, .\irs.ii. was what
one might call a splrltcd Woman. The
moment slioentercd the door her eyes fell
lndiguanily ou my lrousncau as l'd piled
it lip—"lull, ulovenand elicit—on the table.
\Vlthouta word.nnd before I could Mpcuk
to her, rho nwuupull on the olllllt like a
ilshlmwk. and the next moment threw
them out of the window.
"Then sh:- left the room without. pm“.
in“ for speech, a» one who had taught
somebody that the hall was the place for
but end canes and similar brm a limo. I
wee inclined to not e trifle hot; a men
naturally might who net-s his hat
pounced upon end cast into the shrub-
bery. lint before i could get up or say a
word Greeley stretched out his band in e
depreeetory way end cheered me with ,
the remark:
“Never mind her. Ase; she thought
they were mlne.’
"Afterward. however," concluded Cum-
strings, "wheni recalled what (lreeley’s
but used to look like. I lied my doubts."
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