Evening Republican, Volume 14, Number 88, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 13 April 1910 — Why She Cried. [ARTICLE]

Why She Cried.

Miss Muriel Million was sitting alofie. With a very disconsolate air; Her fluffy blue tea gown was fastened awry, And frowsy and rumpled her hair. “Oh, what is the matter?” I said, In alarm, “I beg you in me to confide;”. , But she buried her face in her kerchief of lace And she cried, and she cried, and she cried. “Come out for a spin in the new motorcar, The motor-boat waits at the pier; Or let’s take a drive In the sunshiny park Or a canter on horseback, my dear.” ’Twas thus that I coaxed her in loverlike tones As I tenderly knelt at her side; But, refusing all comfort, she pushed me away, , While she cried, and she cried, and she cried. “Pray whisper, my darling, this terrible woe; You know I would love you the same If the millions of papa had vanished in smoke And you hadn’t a cent to your name. If you came to the church In a garment of rags I would wed you .with rapturous pride." She nestled her cheek to my shoulder at this, Though she cried, and she cried, and — she cried. “You know,” she exclaimed. In a piteous wall, “That love of a hat that I wore— The one with- pink roses and chiffon behind And a fluffy pink feather betore!— I paid Madame Modiste a flver for that, And our parlor maid. Flora Mcßride, Has got one just like it for fifteen-and-six!” And she cried, and she cried, and she cried. -Tit-Bits.