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Show Marrying' a Widow. Xo, son; don't marry a widow. Shs is tro calculating, and loving by arithmetic arithme-tic is not romantic, Real love should not have any more sense than a bottle of soda-water suddenly tapped. It should sizz and fuss just like there wasn't anything else on earth. Ahl-the electric spark from the heart has not been tanip.-red with. The widow is all right, and is pretty-but pretty-but don't marry her. The idea of a second-hand heart appears flat and in- sipni no foam: No sou; don t m-'.ke a paw nbrokers shop out of jour trtsliug heart; If you do marry, teach yourwi e that yon, who gained her heart nuder tie pale glitter of the milky way. w hire the restless young meteor chases its love across the heavens I say convince her. that yon were at the barber's until 1 a. ni. There is no memory so pleasing as the knowledge that your wife knows that you wonld not lie. But the widow is too fly. She will kiss her second edition at 7:45 p. ru. It will be a duly kiss, not the gush of of the geysers of the Rockies, but lethargic. lethar-gic. Sho will not coil about you like the holpJesi and enticing ivy w hile her tLWii tre&ses wander over your snow white collar. Siie will kiss you i.y geometrical measurement, and 9ay at parting: ' George, dear, it is just 7:45 oelock. It will take you just five minutes to get a drink, twenty m inntes to get a shave, and five minutes f or a shine. Herels a dollor, dear. Bring back the sixty-five cents, and return at 8:15 o'clock, please, as we shall have bridal calls, to-night. Xo.boy; don't marry a commercial college. Get hold of a girl who thinks what yon say is true, and it will take her fifteen years to find out what a mistake mis-take she has made.-Bob Burdetto. |
