Too True

"Pshaw! You ncver come to tho point." Tho young fu-I seated at the table seemed nettied at his remark. Her face flushed, tiit she restrained her anger by biting her lip and giving sundry vicious littïe (ligs with her foot at the rug in front of her chalr. Even the casual observar would hr.ve said that they were lovers. There was a look of eomplacent satisfaction on the face of the young man as he sat watching the glrl. It was an expression that comes only to one when he realizes that the object of his love is wholly his own. The careless indifference of his tone showed that he feit secure in her love, and had no frar that an idle word dropped in jest woulcl precipítate anything more seri;us than a lovers' quarrel - a mere tr:fle, which a honeyed word and a little careas at the proper time would smooth over in a moment. "Pshaw! You never come to the ■oint." As the young ppirl remained seated at tb e table his words seemed to keep ringing in her eara. While they had angered her, she had never attempted to eontradiet him. Indeed, as the moments paseed on she had ampie opportunity (o reflect that what he said wa3 only too true. It was no wonder the impetuous I lover, as he sat impatlently watching j her, said that she never came to tho point. She was a woman, and she was j trying te sharpen a load pencíl.