Caricature; wit and humor of a nation in picture, song and story . nd gazed into the age was not uncertain—quite twoscore andmore. Very likely she had been beautiful inthe far off, but she had certainly lost her goodlooks. A lack of exercise had aged her, and she wasdistinctly Maypoley; in fact, hardly an enticing pic-ture. Evidently she thought so herself, for, as shegazed, she murmured, Oh, that I could be beautifulagain, and live forever! Then she blinked. (She hada peculiar habit of blinking her eyes just like an owlwhen exposed to the daylight.) Resting her head on asmall roc
Caricature; wit and humor of a nation in picture, song and story . nd gazed into the age was not uncertain—quite twoscore andmore. Very likely she had been beautiful inthe far off, but she had certainly lost her goodlooks. A lack of exercise had aged her, and she wasdistinctly Maypoley; in fact, hardly an enticing pic-ture. Evidently she thought so herself, for, as shegazed, she murmured, Oh, that I could be beautifulagain, and live forever! Then she blinked. (She hada peculiar habit of blinking her eyes just like an owlwhen exposed to the daylight.) Resting her head on asmall rock, and humming that old, old ditty, I wish Ihad some one to loveme, she reclined almostat full length. Some dis-tance away was anotherrock, on which she fixedher eyes. So great washer concentration thatshe presently fancied—no! it could not be! Sheblinked again. Yes, itwas a diminutive, half-clad figure approachingher, carrying a bow andarrows. The form ap-proached still nearer. Itstood before her. So, said a voice,you wish to be beauti-ful and live forever?. ILLUSTRATED FINANCIAL TERM. Floating a Loan. The words were spoken in such a chummy, half-humorous way that she was encouraged to reply, I domost certainly! Well, and the little god looked her up and down,its not difficult to make you live forever, but—hemade a closer scrutiny of her features— it will berather a hard task to make you blinked at the rudeness of the me! went on Cupid; I am as blunt assome of my arrows. Tell me your name. Green, she replied, with a tiny blush. Green? And your first name? Olive. A colorable combi-nation, and yet you aredark. I was born in Indiaand have curry in myblood. Cupid hid a smile. Well, said he aftera pause, Ill make thebest job of it I fades, you know;but I daresay a little un-natural attention on yourpart will preserve thecountenance I shall giveyou. I can only, he add-ed, grant your wishwith a qualification. You ^ jit
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