Life — September 19, 1895 — page 6: what you’re looking at

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182 OUR FRESH Previously acknowledged .$4,829 + Rertha ....... pear re Proceeds’ of z performance of five ittle boys and girls of Yonker fesvises Robt. W. J Dorothy’ °F, John H’ Howry, L.D.M : ; Westchester Annual Sub: scription From the Gres Sunday $ woul s) §. Mass.....: Cal... Clarissa. Jacksie.. NO COMPARISON. She has such a pretty foot. ERRITT: In Memory Louise...... John’B, Wood: baby sister. Marjory and Douglas. In Memory of M. BLL. In Memory « AIR FUND. Katherine Cary Cook. In Memory of Little E. F. and his Mamma dear. From a Sunday Class in El Montecito, School of Hervey g Sa BLE: Be Jisce 2888888 I don't know where you would find anything smaller, do you ? Cora: There is the shoe she wears. AN EARLY FALL. THE IMPRESSIONIST AND TH! WIDOWED LADY. Six Conversations.—1V. «| THOUGHT I was very early,” I said, surprised to find Mrs. Turnbull down- stairs waiting for me, and before one, “You are,” she answered, shaking my hand cordially, “but I thought we wouldn't lose any time over beginning luncheon because that sister-in-law of mine is better after all and threatens to come over.” “What if she does?” I asked “Oh, well, if you must know, I said I was having company at home, and when she asked who, I said, in desperation, a kinder- Karten meeting !" “Well?” “Well! She promised she'd try and come in early in the atternoon !" “Oh! * Yes, you'll acknowledge, it will be hard t explain when you come into a kindergarten.” Luncheon was announced “Why does your sister dislike me?” “She's afraid I'm going to marry you!" “TL wish I were afraid of that.” ** Don’t wish any such thing ! and it’s a dreadful feeling.” I spilled my grape fruit au Airsche into my lap, “Don't play with me,” I foolishly Thave it, too, begyed rather “are you in earnest ?” seriously,” she answered, with a very opposite look from seriousness in her eyes. “Seriously, it almost amounts toa mania with me,’ that I shall some time marry you.” (I opened my lips to speak.) + Althoug continued, “oddly enough, it is true that if you asked me to-day to be your wife, I should “Yes, say no, of course, with grateful regret.” ‘The maid came in, and we spoke of the peas. STtisn't fair! It isn't fair!” T burst out the moment we were alone again, “What isn’t fair?” she asked, pretending great surprise and curiosity “The way you have of lifting me up almost high as the heavens and then dropping me —way, way down, all of a sudden!" “Dear me, isn't the wine asked. “Of course 1" “Then what és the matter?" “Never mind—I'm sorry | expressed myself as I did.” “ You are angry because I said I felt I should marry you some time!" I gave her only one look, but Iam sure it bled! Then I said, “I think if we ever were married, you would not turn up at the church just to tease me, but would be waiting for me with another minister at the door of your home.” “1 certainly should prefera home wedding,” she murmured, which hardly seemed to me to the point. * Suppose we change the conversation,” she said, ‘as we don’t agree.” “ By George, you are the most tantalizing woman 1" “+ Listen to me—something has gone wrong with you—whom are you painting now ?” “Mrs. Nooton. She came and gave me the order. [couldn't refuse.” “You poor fellow, Jane," as the maid entered, * fill Mr, Bowles’ glass. Really if 1 had known I would have been more sympa- thetic. What will you do with her nose?” “+L shall flatter it.” “Heavens! I thought you were going to say flatten it, and I was about to wager with you, there was a.case where you couldn't get ahead of nature! Of course you will paint her in profile, the left side—even an Impres- sionist would hesitate I think to reproduce the right! It's the right eye that does it, you know! All her married life she's kept that eye on her husband no matter what she's been doing herself, and this is the awful result. I'd hate to see her husband as that eye sees him! Wouldn't you 2” “What has Mrs. Nooton done ?” “Shall I tell you? She's ashamed of her ‘own father and mother, because she’s married a Nooton, and never once has anyone seen cither of them at her house. No, Ithank you! that sort of a person doesn’t interest me, and I'm surprised that you should take so much pleasure in painting her.” “ But Idon’t. How absurd you are!" “Oh, I've known much plainer women than she turn men’s heads.” “If | dared I should think you were jealous of her.” “Oh t that's foo funny ! “Well, it’s odd you never like me to paint anyone.” “That's not true. month.” “My aunt! Oh, yes.” “One of the most charming women I ever met.” “But not young.” ‘+L hope you are not one of those men who discuss women’s ages.” “IT hope you are not one of those women who are afraid to, “Certainly not!" she said, somewhat em- phatically, and added, { thought sarily, “Lam thirty-one. “Then L was born the same year as your- self. I volunteered in "64." “Yes,” she said, ‘Sand that makes you five years my junior.” “How in the world — “A woman at my age is always five years older than a man the same.” “Yes, but a woman is always about five years younger than her actual age.” True.” “Then if my age makes you five years older than 1, your own age makes you still five years younger, so we come out the same after all.” “TP never could understand arithmetic. 1 think you might have made me out five years younger than you,” “+L will begin alll over again | “No! Not Smoke instead !” moved some cigarettes toward me. The maid spoke to her softly. wretched presentment. “No, don’t smoke!” she said dramatically. “ Your sister-in-law ?” I asked. + Yes, she’s come.” Iloved your sitter of last unneces- and she IT had a Clyde Fitch,