Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 8, Number 52, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 22 June 1878 — Page 2

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THEMAIL

PAPER FOR THE PEOPLE.

1BBRE HAUTE, JUNE 22,1878

Q012H0 AFTER THE CO W&

•'Jennie! Jennie! Jennie! Where in the world can Jennie be? She crossed the meadow an hoar ago— What ails the girl that she lingers so The ran goes down in the crimfon w«rtr,(j The tlrea day prepares for rest, AnH the laggard moments slowly pass, Bat bring no news of the truant lass.

What alls the girl The sober cows, Stopping along the road to browse. Hay look in rain from tide to side, And wait for the voice of their pretty guide For far behind, by the pabtcre gate. Jenole and Jamie forget 'tis late— ForgeVthe cows and the milking hour, Ana everything else save Love's sweet

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The lengthening shadows unheeded foil, The whip-poor-w The All warn 1 Twice and thrice does mother go To the farm-house door ere she hears the low Of the cows as they trample np the lane, And the ring of the cow-bells clear and plain. Bat presently comes the laggard feet Of Jennie and Jamie. Oh [shyly sweet Are the girl's blue eyes as she stands before Her mother who meets her at the door!

Where did yoa go, my child T" I ?—oh, Only after the cows yon know." Then whispered Jamie Whatever yoa do, Don't tell her that—I went after you

A WIFE HUNT.

We came slowly down the steps of George Brooks'b bouse. It was late. 'What did yoa think of them said I as we walked toward Broadway. 'How did be ever get her?' exclaimed my friend, by way of answer. *1 will tell you all about it, if you will come around here to Chess Tunnel, and take some Badweis with me.'

So we walked around to the International Chees Tunnel, dived into the cellar, passed the groups around the billiard and chess champions, and the players at devil-among-the-tailors, and took our seats in a separate compartment under the sidewalk. The alcove made a close enough imitation to a wine cellar. A foaming tankard of Liobotscbauer was placed before my friend, and a glass of Budweis before me. A fine round fromctge de Brie—from New Jersey—graced the center of the table.

We sat awhile in silence, thinking of the oouple we had just lefWof George, big, gruff, lank, shock-haired, full ol unexpected humor and of Jennie, his wife, blonde, natty, quick' as a flash, whom George was always regarding with a gaze partly amused, partly frightened. Their house was not large, but crammed with furniture and knlckknaoks of the most incongruous kind— so crammed that George never knew quite what to do with his legs, and was conscious that the eagle eyes o\ Jenny knew just how near they were to upseting something. There was not place even lor his bundle of law papers so when be brought any of those articles home, be took them to the room upstairs, which Jenny called the nursery. But there was no child in the nursery, nor was there prospect of an v. •By Jove!' said my friend, bringing bis hand down on the table with a smaok. 'What a pretty little thing she la, and what a little devil I Bid you see

sofa.

Or chair, or whatever it

the dress Just swept right—' 'Restrain yourself, my dfar fellow,'

satdf7,*ln~a fordly way.- 'Perhaps von wouldn't have noticed those particulars

aft

with so keen a eest if you did not hap-

Jennie

en to be pretty good-looking, and bad not been firing all her small batteries at you for the last half hoar.' •Ob, pshaw!' said he, reddening a little, ana burying bis nose in the Liebetachauer. ••Well, you know," said I, fn a patronizing tone, "I've been there. In fact, there was a time when I thought her the loveliest woman in Use world, and— would you believe it?—it was just the very time that George oaptured ber, took her away right from under my nose 1" "Believe it?" said my friend, in a still, •mall volee—"why not?" "Come, now, that's too bad!" said I, sulkily and applied myself to the Budweis.

He burst into a vervBbrlll laugh. 'Go on with your rat-killing,' he said, and

laughed again, this time so loud that the billiard players looked around. That WM his idea of wit. •Well, then,' said I, after an uncomfortable pause, 'it happened after this wise. But I want you first to understand that I tolerate no Interruptions. Let me tell my ttory straight through, and then you can make what comments you please.'

My friend settled himself so that the light was not on his eyes, and prepared to listen. 'Jennie Graham belongs to respectable rich people here, who, by giving a oertaiu number of entertainments, can put tbelr sons, daughters, and nieces into *wbat is oalled good society. They are accepted people. I began to pay attention to ber at little parties, chiefly by

ftuning

Uhlag, eSoilaMy the young ones they thlnk such a man mas* have seen a mat ideal ol the world. So he haa-of New

York. They think that when be does 1 apeak, it will be soroething very flaeaudio It la. Women Hi imagination will

^•wiiffpraetlced the mousy way of

entering a room, the mysterious manner

that wflte tor Mt a-UU before Baying 'anything, the mustache twirling boat* MM

wbToh means that no other woman httt uj charms tot lb® of tw Bimbmiciloadl occupation* I won kmw all the patterns of dress thai Jennie affected, toe different kinds of trimming, arrangements df her hair, and so on. AfterTwhlle she began to consult me on such important sutyeds. and we be* oame better acquainted. Yon have no dea bow interesting such things can become ad er oerlain drcumstaneea. Soon 'I was saked to ber house, and waa afterward a regular visitor. One day when I

time, aiThougn aid somen a sense of something lacking in acter. Perhaps I was in the myself. "That very day sport, for I did not dream that George

''That very day the sport began. I say

would succeed, and I had rather a ma lioious enjoyment of Jennie's troubles. She was not guiltless, for it bad amused her at times to practice the arts of which she was master on the quivering nerves of George. He was such a helpless victim pleasures and distress painted themselves so unmistakably on bis face that Jennie could not forego the amusement of alternately encouraging and repulsing him. But Jennie baa far more ambitious thoughts than anyone knew. There were a few men whom she met who would have setved ber purpose, oould she have held them against the

treasure

Eer

near ber, or over bar, twirling

my mustache. 1 see you smile but there la a tradition among the young -"-pursuit men of New York that a steady pursui •f that system will, in the end, brink down the most stubborn belreas. I did not go in for heiresses Jennie was by no means of that variety but I fell In sensibly to admiring ana then to loving her. No one told me that the way to win a girl was to stand over her twirling my mustache 1 merely followed the example of some older fellows I used to aee. Dont you know the kind of man cornea into a room in a mousy ^way not timidly mousy—you know what I mean—but with a kind of tremendoosquiat and concentration, as if to tread hard or speak aloud would scare something Girts Hke that kind of

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came In with mjf ino centrated manner I W«n drawing room. •How air yo*T* #ld b% griAP'fc my hand with a feme that almo* made me faint. 'I declare, yen come In so quiet you'd think it was aghotf! FactT 'Poor dear George! bewlllssy»sir' do what Jennie will, but be is otherwise more ohanged than yon can think. If there ever waa a roach,-diamond of a man, it waa George Brooks when* be first came to see his little cousin. He wsa flurried during that first visit. "They are cousine,but so remotely connected that Jennie vowed that ate thought it -absurd of her parenta to recognise bim, The Grahama lived in a large broad bouse In Bond street, with a bit ef hard furniture pot again* each wall of the rooms, and oertain fearful old portraits banging about. There waa a piano, on which Jennie played a little, and a wide chimney-plaoein which they burned wood. With all ita grimneas and bareness, I liked it belter than I do Jennie's little bric-a-brac shop. In winter it was cold in the front parlor—I shouldn't have called It a drawing roombat then that only made yon draw up closer to the wood fire in fact, when Jennie was at home, that was one of its area tea advantages. "Well, of course I saw at onoethattbe big uncouth country lawyer was dreadfully in love with little Jennie. You know what a sweet, straightforward soul he is—you ought to if you can read faces. Well, he oame to me pretty aoon and asked me plomply if I was in love with Jennie, if she were still free: 'Because,' said be, 'I am so in love with ber myself that I shall either have to go away or try to win ber. Are you in my way 'My dear fellow,' said I, in pursuance of my role, 'we men of the world, you know, don't fall easily in love. We see so many girls! Miss Jennie and I are the greatest of friends, but nothing more—I assure you, nothing more. It isn't at all the thing for yoiing men to get engaged nowadays.' "George looked at me for a moment with his mouth open then a flood of delight made bis ugly face handsome for a moment, and be threw bis arms about me with a hug that almost broke my ribs. Seeing my disgusted look, be apologised very humbly, and said: 'Fact is, I didn't suppose it possible anyone could know Cbusih Jen a day without being dead in loye with her.'"Miss Jennie bad positively forbidden him to call her 'Cousin Jen,' but the poor boy always forgot. "Now it was a cowardly lie in me to make bim such an answer—in one sense it was. Jennie and I were not engaged, but we ought to have beea. But the difficulty was that I felt in no hurry to announce it, while Jennie positively refused to consider it an engagement at all. The plain truth is that Jennie at that time nad no more heart thati a broomstick. There was not the faintest suspicion of tenderness or ^romance, or even sentimentality, about ber. She knew a good deal of the ordinary stoek (ft quotable poetry by heart, and occasionally made a bappy application of a line, but ber tendency was more to the comic than the sentimental. Of course I did not think all this at the time, although I did sometimes feel'a her charsame case

from other quarters, but she

new that there were other chances besides those, which might turn up any day. There were men from other cities, and there were foreigners she was in no hurry to marry, ana had a calculating mind, Inherited rightfully from ancestral Grahams. While still young'she bad heard the chink of gold in the talk of ber elders as they laid up dollar against dollar. Generations of Grahams bad died in the intensity Of respeotabillty and the firm belief that they would be assigned in paradise a pew fn the front rank. Jennie did not think of pews, but she did Intend to make a brilliant match. "Consider, then, the hopelessness of George's suit. It was simply ludicrous. Many Is the time I have laughed with and laughed at Jennie while canvassing poor George's infatuation, and that is why a alight oonatraint you may have noticed always comes aver Jennie In my

resence. She is afraid I will remind of those times. "George was studying law in an office down town, and living a life that it is mild to call heroic. He acted as offloeboy and sweep, besides studying law and doing the minor business of the firm. This waa to make more money. He also slept in the office in order to escape board bills, and had some arrangement with the janitor's Wife to furnish him with the oheapest kind of meals. He knew no one, and passed nnnotioed in hia threadbare coat. At daybreak be waa up, taking a breatber around the squares between Trinity Church and the poatoffloa, took a glasa of milk at a pie rtand, read law till breakfast time, something'in the way of literature afterward, and then began hla day's work. In the evening, as the clock struck eight, he

ot on an old dreea suit he bad bought the graduation exerdaea at hla npcountry college by half past eight be waa ringing Jennie1* bell in Bond street, and a* nine sounded over the cfty be dosed bet door and walked down Broadway to bia law books. That waa bis day, with the regularity of olockwork. Kain or abine, Jennie at home or not, the Grahama amillng er frowning, warm or Indifferent, it seemed to make no impression on George. After a lew weeks they gave up grumbling ov« him, and grew secretly to respect and like him. Old Grfham insisted on asking bim to tbe Sunday dinner. ••But Jennie! The ragea thatpreUv. picturesque, statuesque, well-bred child used to fly Into were sometimea appall

elod-hopperf 1 dont merely hate bim, 1 wish he were deed—wiah I were dead. I wont be persecuted In thiaway. What claim has he on this family Then ahe might tell a-crying. I ased to think thai crying ahowed bow abeord his hopes were now I know it meant that he waa too much for her. "Well, I must make orty story abort, -trlr une around, and the hot weather oi with It hope of releaae for the Uttio calculator. Ske waa off for the summer first at Long Branch, then to •toy with some friends at Saratoga, two weeks at Lenox, and possibly, ir a certain great lady did not forget ber, for a week of (Sahionable blias at Newport. I remember the triumphant tone that mlngi"** In ber quiet remark to poor

(here waa Juate gllmal|r of tbe

Wlfee "Of course Georgrwaa not able to follow her to the watering plaoea. She felt, In mere anticipation, liken bird released) and became so Insufferably patronising to me, Inconaequepeefof lyr tettaM began to think I had made a mistake] She waa a terribly worldly little thing. Tooutd pot help mmtiaeting tbe perfect selfishness of ner easy lire with tbe atrugglea of George. I bad nonpar of Mm as a rival, and admired him as a man. It' happened juat then that the chief of the honae in which I am stili a clerk, aaked my advice about aorpe matter that involved law businees. It was something out of the nsnal run, which could be managed by other lawyers besides our regular legal advisere, and so I put In a spoke for George. Old Robineon took in tbe situation at onoe^ George managed tbe case excellently, and earned a handsome lee. It was not till I saw the broad grin on his face with which he pocketed the check for that fee that I realised what use he intended to make of It. He was on the trail of Jennlel "I was at Long Branch when he arrived. Haven't you been at Long Branch It is a place people go to in order to avoid the neat and so the hotels, are placed on bare white sand where the reflections from tbe water and beaob concentrate. Tbey go to repose, themselves from tbe noise of tbe city, and each hotel is a Babel. They are tired of being on dress parade in whatever society they may belong to, so they go to

lunatic

place where

you are more seen, and must therefore dress more, than in New York. Tbey believe in sea bathing, and* take it mostly by sympathy, that. is. by looking at others, who, with more energy or leiss vanity, make scareerows of themselves in tbe surf. .It is a charming place, Long Branch a visit to it is a wonderful relaxation to a nervous man. Indeed, I wonder New Jersey did not place ber

asylum there, it is a place so

soothing* so full of insects, with tbe under tow so handy., "Jennie was a little Napoleon at Long Branch. She was In the quietest hotel, but surrounded by the best men.' -Her management of them superb it waa like the centurion i,n the New Testament, except that those whom she bade to go bad away of returning without being asksd to come.and standing about, limp and rather white in the gills, in an uncomfortable and depressed condition. She would sit id a window of the great drawing room on a low chair, and summon toner the mousiest and most experienced gentleman who crossed her vision, merely by an indescribable set of her head. I liever conld analyse it. although I have seen her exercise tbe charm a hundred times. One day she had collected three or four around ber, and driven from the room without recourse to any visible or audible argument, a handsome Western girl who bad been playing on tbe piano. You have BOticed the sort of woman I mean— belle femvte. well built, With head like Mlllais's iaea of Evangeline—a good deal dressed, and addicted to singing to herself popular songs of a sentimental nature In public parlors. She could not stay in tbe same room with Jennie. She bad weaknesses she was sentimental— probably is a very sweet and fine woman. Jennie seemed without a weakness, and her intensely practical nature drove out the other, as copper drives out silver coin. That's a rather bitter remark to make about Jennie*, but you will aee my provocation. "To this scene enters George, arrayed —I don't care to tell you how he looked because I like bim so thoroughly. Some clothier in Chatham street bad taken the poor soul in it would have been more charitable if be had taken In some of the extra cloth of bis garments at the same time. However, tnere George was, a dreadful fact—big. ungainly, devoted and unappeasably in love.' Jennie did not look at the faoea of her admirers, She qtialted to think what concentrated disdain was heaping in the men of monsystep. She did not care what tbe wilted youths-thought-who stood about mustacne-twistin^. George came up* with a rush that scattered them right and left. It was as if he had spread oat Us long bony arms and swept them all away from ber. Did you ever see a cutr tie fish close around a little silvery menhaden? Neither have I. But I can imagine that it wonld make a good metaphor to deacribe the w«y In which George took possession of Jennie. "She bad risen a moment before he entered, and flitted in a haphazard dainty way over to the music stool just left vacant by the Western belle whom she had allently ousted from the room. Her pretty little fingers touched the Ivoriel in a careless way, bringing oat one or two chords that were full of harmony, and made you aak for more but to all petitions for a piece of musio she gave a shake of her charming auburn head. I didn't aak ber to play I knew better. But moat of tbe men who heard her careless strumming went away with tbe impression that ahe was a finished musician, who might be allowed a musician's caprices. George, as I said, descended on this group, carrying disaust to tbe men and consternation to little Miss Jane, She arose, pink with Indignation, but not without ber wits about ber., •'What la it?' ahe said, affecting anxiety. 'Is papa ill, or mamma?' "George was ao happy to see her that he could not speak at first. He kept hold of the bard little hand which he bad aeised, and devoured her silently with hla eyes. "•No, no,' said be. at length. 'I've come on my own hook—a vacation, to

you, Cousin Jen.* •Oh,'said Jennie, pulling her hand away. Her face said, '.Who asked yon to come?' Her lipa said, *vou ought to be ashamed of yourself, frigbtening me sol What train do you take back to tbe cityf "George assumed a pfteoue expression of countenance and said he ted not made up hia mind. 'I bate men who have not made up their minds on &bery subject said Jennie, with unnecessary flereeness. 'The reason I aaked waa because I have commission for you: I want jou to take something to mamma to-nlgbt.' From tbe way ber eyes roved about the earpet I knew ahe was fikbrioatlngecimeexeuse, some AetiUoua errand, to |at, rid of °^l3etooked ber straight In tbeeyea. "•Ofoousse I will do what yon want msto," aaid be. *Aa to having my mind made up, I purpose!/ left that question of going back, ol having you, wen. because it n^M im unbappy.

I have made np my mind on iw be my wife, for you

Ji one if ai all my

at—that you are you now snd

ffwtint

will sooompUshltTJannls, I

want you to many me.' "Jennie turned several ahades paler, and seised hold ofthe piano in a stupefled state of mind. I waa tor sliding away and letting them fight it out by themselves, but there was an agonised appeal in Jennie's glance at me that meant atay. So I staid. George did not like it, bot be had no time for resent-

DAY EVElStfN

ment. ed for the What was e~T

FiveJennie.

le gave me reveal "rSweak she wan. to aneweif To le.ietart.aOpr an without finding

vent in Words. langh tb capedftou ber running up stairs to the apartmenta of the fj-ienda with whom ahe waa atay-

At laat she burst into a very Joyous, and esim. We could hear

f^R »eeined to. hi th»t Iphon\d baye given up all hope it a woman bad laughed4» mv bee in that way, but it- was different with George. He sat down quietly, and although very grave, was perfectly at bis ease. You mlgbt have supposed that offering himself and being rejected before a third person waa with him an every day affair. He seated himself on the music stool, and touched the keys gently without striking a note. It seemed to me fair to endeavor to get him out of tbe house, in order to spare Jennie as much as possible but he would not listen to any proposals for walking, driving, or bathing. So I left him sitting there, with bTs bead a little bent, evidently waiting for Jennie's step. "It must have been two hours before I saw him again. He had waited in vain for Jennie. That little woman bad quickly got tbe better of her vexation, and apparently had reaolned that nothing should interfere with ber enjoyment. Deecending by another staircase at the extreme end of the long hotel, she had pressed into her service the young mation with whom fibe was staying ana several other of ber friends, and was now preparing for a game of croquet.- Jt

bade fair to be alangnld sport, to judge from the indifference of sul the others

A man was wanting, and

was deputed to beat bim up It was white thus engaged that I found George, still grave but serene, encamped before the piano. I nodded, and was about to withdraw, when George started up. "'Have-you seen her? Where is fcbe?' "George bad never spoken to me •about Jennie since our memorable explanation and, when alluding to ber, never used ber name, but always said 'she' or 'ber,' like affectionate married people, who think of each other so continually that the name of tbe loved one sounds formal, and is consequently avoided. 'Well, come with me,' I cried, after a moment's thought. 'Can you play croquet?' -A

4Xes—if

she is in the game.'

("So I brought George up to the lan:uld group where Jennie was bustling an unusual state Of excitement, and chuckling to see tbe various expressions with which they and she regarded the new comer. Jennie gave me a look of Indignation, which deepened into wrath when she saw my mouth twitching. She felt like braining me with her mallet on the spot. However, there was no beip for it. George was quiet and self posaessedf and tbe others, finding that their Insolent stares made no im

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ression, accepted the inevitable,1 and the game» Jennie avoided us both aa much as possible, contenting herself with casting withering glances at me, to which I responded with deprecating gestures. The distinguished company talked to each other in very loud, high voices when discussing the absent, and in a moderate key who'u making fun of George. But tne latter did not, or did not choose to, hear. Jennie was enongh for all his faculties. He watohed her without a shadow of pretense, and in that way only added to ber vexation, because she knew every one was remarking it. The position was a bard one, after all, although the little flirt richly deserved it. As Isaid, shewas tbe only energetic player, and before any one else had gone far in tbe game, she was around the circle, and iree to play the role of hawk among the pigeons. The first ball she pounced upon was that of George. Her eyes snapped vindictively as she placed ber slender foot on one of tbe balls and gave it a vicious push into the sandy ground to insure ita firmness. •"Where shall I send you, Mister Brooks?' she asked, as she tapped the other ball close to her own, so that there could be norfailure of her coming blow. The ground'sloped for a long distance beyond the immediate croquet field and Jennie was already triumphing in tbe tboughtof sending George far down tbe alope. She would be rid of him that much, anyhow. But George was not aa stupid as he looked. Somehow his mallet and his big foot were in the direct line of tbe ahot, and that forced Jennie to pause. "'Jennie,' aaid he, in a low voice, 'dont Bend me away at all. Let us be partners, and play against the world. We can moet at times when I am of u*o to you, otherwise you can be free. No one else wonld give you the freedom I will, even if they could loye you as I.' 'I don't ktoew what you are talking about,' cried Jenny, hotly. 'You must know what I mean. I want to work fer you. When you are my wife, you ah,all have not only a true aud 1 wing husband,but greater freedom than you now possess. Give me a little hope before sending me away.' "'Mr. Brooks, will you take your ma}let out of the line of mv shot?' answered Jennie, aftnost ready to cry with vexation. George atepped aside and allowed (he angry girl to raise her mallet. It deacended, ana the ball flew away, but the blow did not sound clear. 43eorge did not look after bis ball, but regarded Jenny anxiously. She waa very pale,and leaned on ber mallet. Tbe stick nad struck tbe inside of ber foet where a great bundle of nerves renders a blow almost insupportable. Tbe agony waa to great that aba waa unconscious of everything but pain. Before ahe bad time to fall, George bad picked her up and waa taking long atrldea toward tbe hotel. His enviable rale did not laat long Jennie came to, and, overwhelmed With mortification, hobbled away among the women. "Jennie had bean vary much hart tor the time being, but I doubt whether George did not suffer far more. Hla face expreased tbe moat exquiaite anguish. Vary naturally he Imagined that the delicate little creature he had bald for a moment in his arme most possess far more delicate sensibilities than anv oneetae to ber tender phyatoal onanisation he attributed squally reined mental emottona. Whether he waa right or not la not forme to say. We both thought that no more wonld he nefeaof the auburn loekathat day, and Geotge had determined to itey oter, when the dinnergongrang. Yeuknow howit Is In one of tho*b5tele. TBvery one rnahse pell-aaeU into the dintag ealoou. Geoigeandl went to with a rear detalchment^ and I look him oy to the table

faith bj

snd

onr party nwally

ast, intending to at«t trim in phase of Jennie. Bstwhanwe arrived, there waa little Miae Jane eating har dinner aa composedly aa If ahe never had fainted in ber nib, Mid under clrcumstancea had made two men feel tbe torturaa of Hadea oat of «e*e sympathy with a mallet blow against bar pretty foot. There wsaan empty chair next ber, and Geometook thfii at enea. Jennlo looked at him, bot without any protest in her face it waaa blank—neither gracious or ungracioua,neitber attractive nor repellent. Her mood waa aombre. and her manner liatleaa. She allowed

George totalk tb hfcr aa mneb as he pleaMd, Uat aiMweiednnl* i* monsyliabieaL Ymu teiatr acknpwledg^,thaj am«(ftnething^amanoF tbe world I, have sothe savoir fa&rt well, sasure you nothing conld have induced me-*

me^to

sit up tbenuand talk to the girl I love as George did. He was aa cool aa If it had been the mereat matter of buainsas aa if he were compromising a suit of law .withanotber.aUorney. Among other ^'•^Sook here, Annie,Idont make any illuaiona about myaelL.. Xkua&XaiSLag uncouth and ugly aa you are charming and beantlful, but that is all tbe more reason why you aho^id accept me. Suppose yon marry a good looking man ustd to society, nekwm be aure to have other women taking toomnch notiee of him fo* your peace of mind, and la even more certain to haunt the ciube. Yeu dont wants club man for a husband you have too much sense. As to my nncouthnees, that will wear off. I am improving every week as it is, and with a little kindness and advice from you I prbmise wonders. But I am net in good circnmstanoes. Well, If you knew as

do tbe-way moneysdiaappMrs

in New York amona people supposed to be beyond all question Wealthy,ft would make you skeptical. But Bay you did get a solidly rich husband,he must have been bred, to easy habits, perhaps to vicious habits, ana be cannot be. expected to have any business in life. You know wbat it la to have a husband wbo

does notbing .youha*«eean euQh oaaes among your mends. Do you know of any wives more unhappy? Jennie, I am going to make my mark In the world —if you do not break my heart at tbe outset, I am going to he a great lawyer. Ten years hence my wife will be proud of me she will have a stand among people of intelligence Oh- my account, no matter who she-may have been. I need a wife who has :good -manners and a knowledge of the world—in the best sense? who Will attend US the social side while I am fighting for a livelihood and tame. Don't breakmy beart aud ruin my future. You may say that it is none of vour'affair, that my heart may have been made to be broken? it is quite true. You are not to blanks., But. then I love you so—so.terribly! You have everything! lack—beauty, graoe, tact, care of smafi thibgs, propriety, knowledge oi the world, skepticism. You are dreadfully skeptical. It may seem absurd to argue that because I have not these things you ought to be my'wife ft seems allone-sld#d atid selfish. But lam con fident you will And as many things in

tbat monster appeared, hung with bathing apparel too small for him. I say monster, but the truth is, the lees clothes he bes 6n tbe better be looks And when he waa thoroughly wet he made a fine sight. Somehow his big fooe was in keeping with bia big muscles, and tbe big ocean was in keeping with bis big manhood. As she gave a sly glance at hla figure, George took Jennle'a hand with perfect simplicity and good faith, never dreaming that I bad undertaken this affair solely for the

Measure of being near ber. The matron iell to me, and we made tbe beat of it not so very bad, when I tell you sbe wa tly a few years the aenlor of Jennie, id twice as larky. ••Yob know wbat an abominably ridiculous thing surf bathing is. Well, we were all, except George, as ridiculous as we could be. Luckily thev bad choaen the hour when few people are about. We weife banged about and upset tbe usual number of times at least I waa. George managed better, and little Jane founa It necessary to bold to him as If be

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ere a poet. 'Jennie,' said be, as a great breaker curled over toward 'what am I to do when bed luck at me like that? If I have not you to care for, I will lie down andletlt beat me to piccee-jnat liketbta.' 'Ny dont—please don't!' cried little

SlU|iUVU was we VIivw hwsv Jane, holding on with all ber might, and afraid be would not catch the breaker

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JegteloimAin** said he, oom-

from the roUar, and aetUng Jen

nie on ber foet. *1 cannot leave thta and go bedt to thet werk in town, tell

marry IM, I tbe nadir-tow hie to say tor itself.'

aa weu beaU over at onoe. I have nothing to care for. Nobody will miss me.' "Another breaker foil on them, Mid again Jennie had to cling to tbe bigboned follow. 'Jennie,' said Oeowte, her tightly still after tbe billows b«)ke, If tot aiy yea, I go back to landwlth you If you say no, you must go alone. Yea

°I"Jennie looked up in his face to see if

he were in joke: but he was as solemn as a funeral. Then ahe looked at

Selled

I will give you your devoted lov

er I will teach you, by example, to love.

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Don't think am trying to wound you, but—you have no conception of love you don't know what a terrible and yet delightful thing it Is. Give me a chance take me ott probatloh let us been gaged conditionally.' "Just then Jennie aroae from the table, pushed back ber chair and left the room quietly^ before 'George iould do anything. Her quick eyes bad noted that one or two people were beginning to remark the earnest manner of the low voiced speaker. I cotald judge nothing from he* firm face It wa4 not sullen, and yet it was anything but joyous. "George made no remark, and set to at his meal, which, a&you may imagine, had'been neglected. But be ate very little, considering hia determined and easy air. His eyes roved out toward the sea, where Jenny had been fixing hers during his long argument, and seemed to find in that monotonous segment or a blue sphere much the same absorbing visions Jennie found. All of a sudden it struck me as very odd that I did not feel at all jealous of this ardent lover to whom Jenny had been listening so very quietly. Was I still so positive tbat his efforts would be useless? or could I be getting cool In my own love for the charmer? It was a subject requiring thought, and alone, ao I retired to the bluff aua made mj way down to the beach in order tbat I might get counsel from the sea shore.' Achilles, or Hector, or some One of the old buffers we used to read about In college, did that, and to great effect, too,if I remember rightly. '•Well, I thought of a hundred other things, but all to no purpose, and after along stroll and a bask in the sun, returned to the beach opposite! the hotel. Wbo should I meet there but Jennie! She was with her married friend, and was looking over ber shoulder as she walked, aa if sbe feared some one waa following. But George was not in sight. Tbey propoeed to bathe and demanded my escort. You know the women have away of asking things of that kind in such atone that escape is impossible, so I resigned myself to tbe fore-fated. Jennie would be there, at any rate, and she never looked ugly In anything. Her dress was a marvel Of b6comlngnesa,and slthough It did not exactly cling to ber figure, still—you understand me. So in we .went. Imagine Jennle'a dismay when, just aa we let tbe first ripple touch our feet, tbe voice of George waa beard,

the

wave rearing a bugcetglassy cwrve of opaqueness before th*m.\ •'Y—yea, dear George, yes! Ob!' Tbey did not bathe anymore. "Well, thla is spinning out longer than

But the end is near. George

I thought. went back.tbat night, anu Jenny was a different woman. She would have no more to say to me, except tbat It was all over between ne. Gf oeuree I protested, became furioua, ahd pretended that I would he abpslvfi. ButJennie cut me abort by affirming that I did not love ber so very muob, after all—a fact then Indignantly deified, but now acknowledge^ So there was an end of that. I passed a very uncomfortable summer, and returned to town In order to find George inatalled as favorite in my place. Of coarse I continued my. .visits. It would not do for me to appear jealous or like a rejected sultoti 8o I Was compelled to hold a very disagreeable position. "Jennie was by no means a docile pupil in tbat school of love which George had spoken of with so muoh assurance. He had privileges, but she was very touchy. She could not bear tbe shock of an announcement, slthough she bad grown fonder and fonder of the big fellow—a very Newfoundland dog of a man. To add to my annoyance,be mado a confidant of me, and bewailed the hard hearted ness of Jennie. Would you believe it?—he wantedu get married, actually, and as soon aa possible! One day I recollected wbat a sly Baltimore girl told me about such cases, and asked George what he thought of the plan. He jumped at the idea, and so begged find prayed tbat I agreed to carry it out. Jenny basa-younger brother who is np to any triok you mention, and the more malicious it is, the better. Of course he knew the situation, and so did all tho family, for that matter, but Jenny com-

them tp be deaf, blind, and umb. We waited for an evening when several aunts^abd what not were visiting at the bouse. The family usually sat in the back parlor looking out on the little conservatory,- while Jennie received her visitora lu tbe front. As a rule the sliding dooi's were open when George came, they were shut. Jennie's brother arranged wires to the handles of tbe doors, and, on the day In question, I stood by one line, he by the other. George nad arranged a signal. "As It happened, one of the aunts was talking about Jennie and the men attentive to her, when we beard the signal. The sliding doors' opened with a rush and tho whole family looked in upon a moet touching scene. George bad one knee to the ground, and Jennie was smoothing bis hair away from hit* forehead, just ready, soft looked, to glvo him a chafcte farewell salute. There was a hush, aery from Jennie, and the doors clapped to again. The aunts did not know but that the theatrical scene was an odd method of announcing her engagement devised by Jennie. They certainly did not appreciate the agonies she was suffering. George rushed from the house, and, according to previous arrangement, informed several gossips of the engagement. The next day-Jen-nie had a mail as long as your arm, all and race. That

My friend said nothing, but was lost in thought over my story. "Perhaps you think,' said I, construing his silence in tbat way—"perhaps

you think the marriage is not a happy one? It may not bean Ideal or romantlo marriage, on Jennie's side at least, but I call Ita great success. George gives ber all tbe freedom sbe wants, bot be keeps bis eyes open. I say, who am a man of tbe world—acknowledge that I am that at least—that It is a happy marriage, and I know a thing or two about domestlo interiors! Thathumorous way be has of pretending to be afraid of her mlgbt not do with some women, but sbe enjoys it. Some people call ber a steel trap, and think be is caught. But be knew what he was about. He wanted her, and no one else—and be has enough tenderness for two. But see! all tne regular players are gont tbe devil is at rest among the tailors in their box, and the waiter is nodding in his chair. Let us be off."

I rose,and shook tbe table a little. My friend, who had been shading bis eyes from the gas with his band, began to rub bia forehead. "Well," said he. alowly, "wbat did tbey do when they got to Long Branch?"

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