Hitch your wagon to a star

The star announces he is to marry his 27-year-old boyfriend.

Each day she resolved, "To-morrow I will tell Felipe;" and when to-morrow came, she put it off again.

All the operations of her brain related themselves somehow to to-morrow afternoon.

Now-a-days it is the bankrupt who flouts, and his too confiding creditors who are jeered and laughed at.

"Buy something for your wife that-is-to-be," he said to his grand-nephew, as he handed him the folded paper.

He felt himself the meanest, vilest thing a-crawl upon this sinful earth, and she—dear God!