He said that he did not like women and girls who did things.
"I like femanine girls," he said. "A fellow wants to be the Oak and feel
the Vine clinging to him."
"I am afectionate," I said, "but not clinging. I cannot change my
Nature."
"Just what do you mean by afectionate?" he asked, in a stern voice. "Is
it afectionate for you to sit over there and not even let me hold your
hand? If that's afection, give me somthing else."
Alas, it was but to true. When away from me I thought of him tenderly,
and of whether he was thinking of me. But when with me I was diferent. I
could not account for this, and it troubled me. Because I felt this way.
Romanse had come into my life, but suppose I was incapable of loving,
although loved?
Why should I wish to be embrased, but become cold and fridgid when about
to be?
"It's come to a Show-down, Bab," he said, ernestly. "Either you love me
or you don't. I'm darned if I know which."
"Alas, I do not know" I said in a low and pitious voice. I then buried
my face in my hands, and tried to decide. But when I looked up he was
gone, and only the sad breese wailed around me.
I had expected that the Theif would take my hint and act that night, if
not scared off by learning that I belonged to the object of his nefarius
designs. But he did not come, and I was wakened on the library table at
8 A. M. by George coming in to open the windows.
I was by that time looking pale and thin, and my father said to me that
morning, ere departing for the office:
"Haven't anything you'd like to get off your chest, have you, Bab?"
I sighed deeply.
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