The Hesperian / (Lincoln, Neb.) 1885-1899, November 01, 1893, Page 5, Image 5

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And Mr. Oharlcs Do Peyster Thompkin
son felt cloarly onough that this choosing
wub not a matter for precipitation. He
could no longer hope to bo 'friendly' with
both; it must bo one or the other, hence
forth, exclusively. He must make his ex
cuses to one young lady, but ho knew that
9 ho need never hope to bask in her smiles
ater she learned the news that ho had been
to the theatre the evening in question with
another. Sho would never believe his flimsy
story of excuse. What made his decision
doubly difficult was this thought that it must
be a. permanent one.
His thought turned first to Yorbona. It
was true that sho was the smaller and
quieter of tho two, but then had ho not
. height and esprit enough for both? ''Be
sides," he said to himself, "she is a blonde,
and it often seoms to mo that tho psycholo
gists are right in inculcating the principle of
contrast. If sho is a blonde, so much the
bettor for my dark face and night-black hair.
If her countenance is quiet and impassive,
so much tho bettor smco mine is mobile."
And he recalled how many pleasant even
ings he had spent in her cozy parlor reading
to her or entertaining her with his conversa
tion, she sitting in rapt silence, or with open
admiration speaking from every feature.
"Decidedly," ho said, "I cannot give up
Yorbona. '-'
But then tho Durham, that haughty
patrician beauty, she had many rodooming
features, brunette as sho was. Tho thought
of giving up her swell card parties for the
rest of the season was of itself onough to
make him hesitate. It would bo as if ho
had become suddenly ostracized. Certainly
sho entertained elegantly and often. Yes,
and was she not the most stylishly dressed
and the most sought after of any girl in
school, and her escorts the most envied?
There still haunted him tho memory of a
drive he had ono day taken with her when
ho had ventured to call her Nolle and she
had not rebuked him. Nay, it seemed to
. him she had looked not unfavorably upon
him. Besides, she had a brother a large,
athletic brothor.
"No, decidedly," said Mr. Charles De
Poystor Thompkinson, "I cannot afford to
give up Dardanollo Durham."
But this left him whore ho had boon bo
fore. He grew desperate "For a regular
dilemma," he burst out, "my fix is about
ideal." At the sound of this last word a
happy light broke over his face, and uncon
sciously drawing himself up and looking at
tho corners of tho room, ho murmured re
minisconuly a well known phraso.
Rousing himself, Mr. Charles De Poystor
Thompkinson rushed to tho mirror,, read
justed his hair and his neck-cloth, pulled his
cap down ovor his oyos, donned his flapping
ulster and rushed palpitatingly from his
room. He was not equal to tho decision.
Ho would leave it to chance to load him to
tho elected ono.
Many blocks had boon passed before Mr.
Charles Do Poystor Thompkinson found
himself calm enough to-look around. When
he did he was startled to find himself in tho
neighborhood of tho residence of Miss
Watson. "Seems to mo chance has settled
this matter mighty blamed quick," ho said
half regretfully, "I ought not to bo in a
hurry about this choosing." And ho was
almost glad to bo stopped by a voice speak
ing his name until ho turnod and found that
that voice was tho voice of Dardanollo Dur
ham. Sho was driving by in her carriage, look
ing haughtier and darker than over, all tho
more so through her proximity in his mind
to tho blonde and charming Yorbona; but ho
was fond of driving behind such horses, and
tho seat beside hor looked invitingly and
temptingly empty.
Should ho simply tip his hat and pass on
to the house of Miss Watson, or should he
take that seat? There could be no delaying
longer. He must make his decision, thai
decision so momentous to him, on tho instant.
And once more Mr. Charles De Poyster
Thompkinson cursed the thoughtlessness
which had rendered any decision necessary.
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