Life — December 26, 1895 — page 33: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

“You mustn'r CALL me THAT.” After another silence he continued : “ Although I shall never see you again, I am glad to have been here.” “ Thank you.” “Tam glad to have seen with my own eyes a type of woman I had read about, but in whose existence I never be- lieved—the woman of inviting exterior, still young, yet with a heart too cold and tough for human affection. A parrot ora fat old cat will easily absorb whatever superfluous love you will ever bestow upon anything outside yourself.” A faint smile came into the face of Miss Ethel Vedder, but Cyrus missed it. “LT suppose,” he went on, “ you will marry the usual bad mannered, long upper-lipped, self-satisfied, dull-witted, brandy and soda Englishman.” “fT can catch him.” From his end of the window came a long-drawn sigh, followed by a gentle humming and a poor accompaniment by his fingers on a pane of glass, ‘ Well, after to-morrow you will be rid of me,” and he arose and strode. away from the window. With his hands in his pockets he stood gazing gloomily upon the full length portrait of a cavalier. “ Who is this mean-faced old fool in pantalettes?" Her eyes turned lazily in that direction. “A gentleman who used to force his way into private houses and insult the ancestors of his hostess.” Cyrus smiled, and returning to the window resumed his seat, but this time the distance between himself and the lady was considerably less. Leaning forward, he began earnestly : “Oh, Ethel—" “You mustn't call me that.” “Why keep this up ? You know I love you sincerely, with my whole soul as I never-—" “ There you go again!" and with a sigh, as from a patient comicbooks.com