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CONFESSIONS OF A WIFE
JEFF PROPOSES TO PAULA BY LETTER; SHE DOUBTS SINCERITY
"The next day," said Paula, "I wish
you could have seen the mail Emma
brought home to me.
" 'There, you see,' she said, 'what
a famous young woman you are,
" 'You mean notorious,' I said as I
selected which I knew was from Aunf.
" 'You have put yourself beyond
the pale of our relationship,' Aunt
Rachel wrote. 'You can imagine
what it meant to Georgiana and me
when we entered that restaurant
a place I must tell you I entered much
against my will. But Georgiana
wanted to see something of the life
she had read so much about in the
papers and, of course, I could not
let her go alone, even with such an
old and valued friend as Mr. Mont
gomery.' " 'Old and valued friend, indeed,'
sniffed Emma, to whom I read the
letter. 'I would just as soon leave
a daughter of mine alone with a hun
rgy tiger as with Charlie Montgom
ery.' " 'Listen, Emma, Aunt Rachel has
absolutely cut me off. She says:
'After that terrible and most dis
graceful row begun by Jefferson
Perrygreen who, although he is now
going to homes where good society
is entertained, must still retain some
of the vulgar breeding of his young
er days, you, I know, will not blame
us if we ask you never to recognize
any of us again.'
" 'Rather involved,' was Emma's
comment, 'but I think I gather that
disgraceful scene the other night.
Neither can I tell you how hurt I was
to see you there.
" 'It hurt me so much to think you
must go without the attentions and
luxuries to which you have been
used. Paula, dear Paula, let me give
them to you.
" 'Can't you love me a little, .dear?
" 'Must you always remember me
as the red-headed, freckle-faced boy
wljo brought the groceries to your
back door and always hung around
the gate to catch a glimpse of you?
I loved you then, Paula, but 1 could
not get up courage to speak to you.
" 'Don't you care "just a little for
me? Won't you let me take care of
"When I ended the letter I burst
" 'What in the world are you blub
bering about?' Emma asked. 'I'd nab
him as quick as I could. I like his
" 'But, Emma, he just says "Come
to me." He doesn't say anything
about wanting me tobe his wife.'
" 'I'm sure he means to, Paula.'
" 'But he doesn't say so, Emma.'
" 'That's right, she said with a
sigh, 'I can't think he is a scoundrel,
but you never can tell, Paula you
never can tell.' "
OLD-FASHIONED WALTZ IS GONE
FQR GOOD, SAY MASTERS
New York, Sept. 6. The old-fashioned
waltz again? Pooh, pooh! It
will never come into favor, this
dreamy old cadence of romantic feet,
she is saying "Good night, nurse," to L say members of the American Soci-
"After reading Aunt Rachel hoped f vention here today.
soon to announce the engagement of
Georgiana to Mr. Montgomery, I put
her letter aside and opened one from
" 'I can't tell you, Paula dear,' he
wrote, 'how unhappy I am over the
ety of Professors of Dancing, in con-
Out of the bloody trenches of Eu
rope has come military influence.
Military steps and Hawaiian wiggles
will be predominating influences in
this winter's dances, conventionera