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Fair to Look Upon
Fair to Look Upon
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    Fair to Look Upon - W. L. Dodge

    The Project Gutenberg eBook, Fair to Look Upon, by Mary Belle Freeley, Illustrated by W. L. Dodge

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    Title: Fair to Look Upon

    Author: Mary Belle Freeley

    Release Date: December 31, 2006 [eBook #20236]

    Language: English

    Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1

    ***START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK FAIR TO LOOK UPON***

    E-text prepared by Marilynda Fraser-Cunliffe, Diane Monico,

    and the Project Gutenberg Online Distributed Proofreading Team

    (http://www.pgdp.net/c/).

    Special thanks to Legacy Books II, Louisville, KY,

    for generously providing the vignette on pg. 13.


    I HUMMED A GAY LITTLE TUNE FOR HIS BENEFIT.


    Fair To Look Upon

    BY

    MARY BELLE FREELEY

    WITH ORIGINAL ILLUSTRATIONS BY

    W. L. DODGE

    CHICAGO

    MORRILL, HIGGINS & CO.


    COPYRIGHT:

    MORRILL, HIGGINS & CO.

    1892


    CONTENTS.


    ILLUSTRATIONS.


    A RIPPLE OF DISSENSION

    AND WHAT CAME OF IT.


    A RIPPLE OF DISSENSION AND WHAT CAME OF IT.

    I was about to be married. My numerous charms and attractions had won the affections of a young man who was equally charming with myself.

    We were sitting on a luxurious divan and he held my milk-white hand in his. I do not make that statement as a startling announcement of an unusual occurrence, but simply as a matter of fact.

    We had been conversing about the culinary and domestic arrangements of our future home when matrimony had made us one flesh; or, to use English, we had been wondering what under the canopy a good cooking stove would cost, when he asked suddenly and irrelevantly,

    And you will love me, always?

    Of course, said I, a little impatiently; for when one is deep in a mathematical problem such a question is a little annoying.

    And you will honor me always? he next inquired.

    As long as you deserve to be honored, I replied, with the habitual good sense of my age and sex, mentally wondering if granite-ware stewpans went with a cooking stove.

    And you will obey me? he queried next, in a tone that plainly indicated that I'd have to. I left the mathematical problem for future solution and said, hesitatingly:

    Yes—if—I—can.

    If you can? he said, in sternly questioning tones; and a cloud no bigger than a man's hand appeared upon the heaven of our love.

    I don't believe a woman ever lived who ever obeyed any one—God, angels, or men, I cried.

    You are a traitor. You slander your sex, he exclaimed, aghast.

    I deny the charge, I replied, springing to my feet, with all the spirit of the above-mentioned age and sex. By that assertion I only add glory to their fame. He looked at me for a little while, too surprised to speak, and then said, in sarcastic tones:

    Consider our wedding postponed until you have had a little time to study your Bible. Good night.

    'Study your Bible!' That is what everybody says when they want to prove any theory, creed, ism, or anything. I shall study my Bible diligently. Good night, I replied, thinking it was not such very bad advice after all; and then I hummed a gay little tune for his benefit until I heard the hall door close.

    And I have studied my Bible with the following result.



    THE STORY OF EVE.


    THE STORY OF EVE.

    Away back when Adam was a young man—now I know that Adam is rather an ancient subject, but you need not elevate your eyebrows in scorn, for you will be ancient yourself sometime—he found himself in Eden one day; he did not know why, but we do, don't we?

    He was there because Eve was to come, and it was a foregone conclusion even in that early age that when she did appear she would want some one to hold her bouquet, open the door for her, button her gloves, tell her she was pretty and sweet and I never saw a woman like you before, you know.

    Her arrival was the greatest event the world has ever known, and the grandest preparations were made for it.

    A blue sky arched gloriously over the earth, and sun, moon and stars flashed and circled into space, silvery rivers ran cool and slow through scented valleys, the trees threw cooling shadows on the fresh, damp grass, the birds sang in the rosy dawn, the flowers blushed in odorous silence and yet it was all incomplete, and Adam wandered restlessly around like a man who has lost his collar button.

    But suddenly a great hush of expectancy fell upon the world. Not a bird fluttered its feathers, the flowers bowed their heads, the winds and the waters listening ceased their flowing and their blowing, the radiant moonshine mingled

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