A,"V‘0L. xxxni, N
SINGLE CUPIES 5 CENTS.’-
':CIIICAGO,.ILL., SATURDAY, JUNE 17; 1905.
lllili who iii Milli
From the Steps
of the Gallows.
or.t>y mail from Dthre O1 Dllbiica
, . “He's a fotvl who thinks by force 0
‘ urn the current of a woman
. session. with Mrs. Charles B
n her hand vainl
wife had drifted
doubted l he n
-longed to the club. Then 00 sh
a paper. an
that she walked
of white paper“ d with yale biu
exactly matching that on her dre
Sitting in the back of the room,
“Iii: loaill1i.ug,the disgust written on those features ,
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back (‘Up as ma
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‘act as a president ehouid, but sadly aware gloated over such printed
last woman to control
for all admired Wilfred as H. talented writer. soul,
and were proud of the character of his
. mrs..sylvestor,’ however, had not called texture of velvet and rose leaves I:
refused her syrn at Y.
vered herself perfectly competent to prepare
to the front. rustling her the years to come, it is within the realm at
silken lklrll, carrying in her hand
rayetton smiled to herself." The rolled
paper and blue ribbon marked the amateur‘
ore decl edly than anything else could
have on .
Standing up in front of her fellow-dwelh
ers in Thamesvllie. Mrs. Sylvestor displayed
usion. r s t-consciousness was
immense that she was buoyed up h
and draping her bread
The VVOman': Club of Thamesviiie was in blue ribbon about her wrist, she began:
“AN UENCHANGED STORY.’-
"When we mothers were young, 0
lowing, and revelle in the love-
en at your matt-hless skin is of the
e but faintly expressing
the reverential admiration your charms ex-
cite Within this bosom.
"‘ ‘ red one, can X hope that In
possibility that you could learn (0 love
0 that when Tom, Dick or Harry unit‘: ‘
"‘See here, little girl, you know What I.
think of you. Can't you care a. bit for me
and say yes?’ we thou ht him woefully
lacking in sentiment and onged for u
wooing a. is. our favorite author. but we
accented.-him Just the Veame. TDd8Y Our
" e man and th woman sat fuing
each t r The sun, creeping through a.
crevice in the blind, turned her hair wine-
d ade the one bit of color in the
. They were talking at golf,
when he finally asked:
u eave town tomorrow?’ "
want to practice on the grounds
near our country place.’ "
“'“!-Iolv long are you going tq use my
heart as a. golf ball?’ "
"“'Is that what rm cloing?‘"
-‘ -‘ u now it is.’ "
“fhnt am I to infer from that?’ 'C
' That I think we play golf together so-
well in an occasional gain that Vie oug .t
to continue to play together the rest of our
“"‘But your heart?‘ "
" ' "‘Vomen never use their‘ husbands’
hearts for golf balls.’ " ‘
“"'True, they use the hearts ofeother‘
women’: husbands.‘ "
“ Vhnt is your nnswer?"'
u promise never to interfere with
"‘“Very well, then, it's a match,"’ and
then they begin to discuss the various de-
tails of the wedding, deciding to have it on
the club grounds. uil be in golfing
"So that when Tom, Dick or Harry say.-2
' "‘See here, little girl. you know what I
think of you. Can't you cure ‘B. bit for me
and say yes?’ they think him fearluiiy
sentimental, and wish he would display 3
little poise and originality, but they accept
him Just the same."
“'ilh E. sweeping bow, Llrs. Sylvester
started back to her seat, yvhen Mrs. Ban-
tom said quietly:
“Pardon me, iiil-5. Sylvester, but your
paper was to be on ‘Divorce.’ Your little
story was very pretty, but it did not touch
on divorce m
Mrs. Sylvester turned, her blue eyes
"Ext: me," she returned With bitin
ccent, "but I do not wish to discuss such
a. question. There is nothing to discuss.
a woman knows how a manage her hus-
‘hand there Will be nu need for divorces.
for those who are divorced-well, I wouldn’t
wine my feet on them." and she rustled.
into her seat, holding high her little head,
tuliy content with herself. ‘
A Slight smile rested on Mrs. I-‘ayetton‘s
ps as she thou ht:
"You might object to Wipe your feet an;
me. but you do not hesitate a
ittle tale and read it as your own," for th
beautitul mam en wrote little stories
suc us A rs. syliestor had lust read, an
8 lost the in question about 'ee
betore. w e she s out walking xvi:
her notebook in her hand. x
Mrs. Bantam looked puzzled. ‘ '
“I am sorry," she said slowly. “about the‘
paper. for we ought to have one carefully
written, giving the pros and cons ot the
subject. which would form the-h ‘vxha v'
the discussion. As it is, I will '
You to discu.s it informali:
to not all talk at once." '
Before the words were on!‘
Ask ‘if Vt.‘