The Argosy, Vol. XXIV, No. 3 — page 142: what you’re looking at

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526° BACHELORDOM. seat by the window, he looked out and saw Dr. Raymond’s cousin coming in at the gate. She saw him, too, and a strange look came into her face as she hurried forward. She opened the door, and came into the parlor. ‘“You are a friend of Miss Deering’s, then ?’’ he said. She had put out her hand, and he had taken it with an eagerness he hoped she did not notice. At that instant Mrs. Deering entered the room. ‘Will, my dear boy !’’ she cried, placing her arms about his neck. There was a stifled cry, and ‘‘ Dr. Raymond’s cousin’’ clutched Cadawal- ader’s coat just in time to save herself from falling. ‘“ Hdna !’’ he gasped, as he caught her in his arms. *K *K *K *K *K ‘“Can you ever forgive me, dear, for falling in love with you, believing you to be somebody else ?’’ Cadwalader put the question an hour later, after the major part of the ex- planations had been gone over with. ‘“Can you do the same with me, Will?’ was the softly whispered reply. ‘“‘ Have you not guessed yet the reason I left Arthur’s so suddenly ?”’ And in the ecstasy of that moment Cadwalader felt that he was the hap- piest man on earth. Matthew White, Jr. BACHELORDOM. A PIPE, a book, A cosy nook, A fire—at least its embers — A dog, a glass— Tis thus we pass Such hours as one remembers. Who’d wish to wed? Poor Cupid’s dead These thousand years, I wager. The modern maid Is but a jade . Not worth the time to cage her. In silken gown To ‘‘take’’ the town Her first and last ambition, What good is she To you or me Who have but a ‘‘ position’? ? So let us drink , | To her—but think Of him who has to keep her, And sans a wife Let’s spend our life In bachelordom—it’s cheaper. CONMICLOOKS