Life — May 14, 1896 — page 6: what you’re looking at

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“LIFE: ‘‘More shame to you.” said Diana. ‘* The memories of those good old times ought to shine in your face to-night.” “They are too deep in my heart,” sighed Adrian, with more sincerity than usual. Sood boy !" murmured Diana. ‘‘ You are honest in streaks. “That is why you love me,” jibed Adrian. “It's the stripes in my honesty that catch your eye. Nothing is more stupid than a man who is uniformly truthful.” “That is the queer thing about a really nice man,” reflected Diana. “He is always scrupulously truthful as to the essential facts of life— the every-day occurrences that make up his business and social obliga- tions. But he is seldom honest as to his opinions and emotions.” “What do you expect?" growled Adrian. ‘*No decent fellow is a é liar. When it comes to opinions, belicfs, and emotions there is no obligation on any man to reveal what he really thinks and feels. A : man’s heart is his castle.” “And you don't like a woman to get beyond the moat,” said Diana. “However, we generally do get into the innermost chapel, and you never suspect that we are there, for we hide behind the tapestry. You call the tapestry your creed. It is really the ideals of the woman you love.” “*You women live upon delusions like that,” growled Adrian. ‘A woman's heart is like a well-kept lawn, beautified with flowers, and shrubs, and trees. There is a sort of barb-wire fence about it, but any passer-by can look over and enjoy the beauty of the shrubbery.” “Shrubbery, indeed !" snapped Diana. ‘Is that what you call our capacity for faithful service, patience, and sympathy ?” “Oh, no,” said the unruffied Adrian. ‘I admitted that there were some trees on the lawn—trees that cast enough shade for a man to rest in now and then. But you have so few reserves. You like to talk of your emotions.” “You should read ‘A Few Memories’ by Mary Anderson, and you UNEQUALLED. HERE'S many a new sensation found In the popular sport of ‘ wheeling.” But queerest of all, when far from home, Is that ‘‘punctured tired feeling.” TANDEM TALKS. Scene: The piazza of the Princeton Inn at twilight, “ OU are all wrong about the wheel being the enemy of idealism,” said Diana, as she settled into a huge rocker, and watched the sunlight fade from the square church tower across the way. “We fought that out the other day,” said 9\ Adrian. ‘I don’t want to dispute about any- 2% a thing to-night. It is enough to have ridden ny fifty miles to-day. and to have dined at the end (/ would of it.” ‘ : Laois AS We “That is the trouble with you and the u i he AY iy Adrian. wheel," said Diana. ‘‘ Your mind is hopelessly ce #4 at t “Its tied up in your muscles. If you were a real 1 — - as > a which idealist, the poet in you would come to the sur- S 9 - i - “Ifs face at an hour like this. See the wonderful ‘ =— oe 3 : have be green on the great trees yonder, and listen to H , “Tha the far-off music of the students’ singing !” i 3 tever s ‘It's an old story to me,” said Adrian. ‘1 VERY APPARENT. the sta, had four years of it.” “It’s EASY TO SEE, HATTIE, THAT SHE HASN'T MOVED IN THE REST SOCIETY !” Tear to