"Ethel!" he cried, seising her by the hand. "You bought all those—for me?"
"I certainly did, Harry," she said quietly. "With my pin money, and my bridge money and all the other kinds of money that I could wheedle out of my dear old daddy. But answer me. Have I the right to sit in judgment on you—"
"Not by a long shot!" cried Van Buren. "It would be an act of the most consummate hypocrisy."
"That is the way I look at it, dear," she whispered, and then—well, all I have to say is that I don't believe anything like what happened at that precise moment ever happened in an attic storeroom before.
And the wedding invitations were mailed that very evening.
THE FABLE OF THE TWO MANDOLIN PLAYERS
AND THE WILLING PERFORMER
By GEORGE ADE
Copyright 1899 by Herbert S. Stone & Co.
A very attractive Débutante knew two Young Men, who called on her every Thursday Evening and brought their Mandolins along. They were Conventional Young Men, of the Kind that you see wearing Spring Overcoats in the Clothing Advertisements. One was named Fred, and the other was Eustace.