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AN AMATEUR DON JUAN
By H. M. Egbert
Cyrilla was the dearest girl in the
world, but a little cold-hearted. Fred
dy Broughton could not disguise that
fact from his knowledge. But he had
weighed it against her virtues when
he asked her to be his wife, and it did
not weigh a great deal
Cyrilla Burns and Freddy had
known each other since they were
tots. Their families lived in one of
those old-fashioned city squares
that are rapidly disappearing before
the march of progress. Only a few
of the old families remained in the
vicinity and they formed a sort of
aristocracy of birth, though few of
them had any money.
Freddy's father was a lawyer and
sat all day in an old-fashioned office
and met old-fashioned clients there.
Cyrilla's father was a rector, who
sipped his glass of wine every lunch
time, wore a very stiff cravat, and
preached in a stately church so emp
ty that he might have begun his ser
mon "Dearly beloved Sister Jones"
instead of "Dearly beloved brethren."
It had always been understood that
Freddy and Cyrilla were to marry.
When Freddy came home from col
lege he looked at Cyrilla and won
dered. Here he had been out in the
world, as it seemed to him, tasting
the joys of emancipation, and Cyril
la was going the same old round of
missionary meetings, library commit
tees and visits among a select and
exclusive old-fashioned set
Yet Freddy was shrewd enough to
see that a wife must be chosen for
her wearing qualities. And Cyrilla
undoubtedly did wear well. She was
just the same as ever, just as inter
ested in him, just as willing to talk
about her interests, even a little
fonder, Freddy thought.
So it came about at the annual
dinner party that, finding himself
alone with Cyrilla, Freddy took her
' imad in his.
"Will you marry me soon, Cyrilla,
dear?" he asked.
"Yes," answered Cyrilla. "If you
are sure you love me."
"I know I love you," answered
Freddy. "I love you well enough to
look forward to taking you into the
world where we shall live our own
life a different life "
He stopped abruptly. It would
never do to let Cyrilla realize that he
had other views of their future than
living on in the square. And. if a lit-'
The Struggling, . Shrieking Throng
Was Having a Glorious Time
tie gleam came into Cyrilla's eyes
Freddy did not notice it
They were to be married in early
autumn. That summer Cyrilla be
haved in an unprecedented manner.
She accepted an invitation from a
friend to spend a week up-country.
It was so abnormal that there was
much shaking of heads and consulta
tion among the family. However, in,