The weekly ledger., 1857-05-23
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was both glad and sorry to see her
Sorry to see mel" exclaimed Rose, her
bright eyes swapping rebuke at the diSa-
greeabe sentence. why are you sorry, Mr.
Thistle"
Because, Bob has fallen in love with you"
"Bob?"
Rose blushed liked her namesake in the
garden
"Bob," replied Mr.. Thistle, soemnly.
How can that be? / never saw him in
my life"
He has seen you"
"Well, won't you let him love me if he
wants to-" asked She little mischevously.
Under other circumstances l should feel
honored- exceedingly happy"
"1hank you sir"
"Bob is sad dog but don't blame him
for falling in love with such pretty girl as
you are, Rose would do so myself forty
years younger"
You flatter me-"
"Bob is smitten"
"Poor felowl hope his case is not hope
less, laughed Rose
Mr. Thistle proceeded TO invent a very
plausible reason for marriage between his
son and Miss Bloomington.
Mr. Thistle made out very strong case;
and Rose, dear, kind-hearted girl, believed it
ALL and pitied Mr. Thistle, pitied poor Bob,
and pitied all the rest Of them.
eff Bob chooses to love me, how can |
help it?7 asked Rose, sensible of the difficult
ty of her position.
'True"
"If ain obstinate it will only infame
him the more-that is, if be is like other
lovers"
"You are right, you must disgust him."
replied Mr. Thistle, sagely.
DO you think he is likely to be disgusted
with me?"
"Nop
'If he is, he will save us all the trouble"
"Bcss you, no; he will go into ecstacies."
"How shall | help it?"
"You can personate another character"
"What?"
"Pay the vixen, or something Of that
sort, and Bob will run as though he had
been struck by lightning Bob is very par
ticular"
Rose rubbed her hands with delight
There was fun ahead, aud her eyes snapped
with mischief
Mr.. Thistle went home.
"Where have you been, father?" asked
Bob
Been to see Rose
"Haye you? Why didn't you invite me
to go with your"
"You What do you want with her, Bob,
she is perfect vixen"
We neglected to say that Bob was wise
and prudent, as well as his father; that is, as
far as wisdom and prudence can be expected
of a boy of twenty.
Bob smelt rat.
She is an angel father"
Judge for yourself"
" repeat it. | am going to fall in love
with Rose and marry her"
every well; have nothing to say"
You consent"
Certainly"
Mr. Thistle knew that to refuse his con-
sent was to stimulate his son in the chase.
Bob went to see Rose that afternoon.
$50 YOU are Bob Thistlep said she,
coolly putting both feet in an adjoining chair.
a am Bob Thistle"
Bob was little astonished; but she had
very pretty foot, maugre the unexpected dis
play she made of it.
q You are not so good looking fellow
as expected to see. When did you shave
last?"
"This morning." replied Bob meekly.
"Shaye Yourself, or employ barberp
Il shave myself"
81 thought so, by that cash in your chin"
What girl thought Bob. Bob thought
something else, too as he gazed at the grace
full form, and the pretty face of the maiden,
and listened to her sweetly musical voice.
Bob's father had been there.
"Do you smoke, Bob?' asked Rose.
Sometimes"
"Oblige me by handing the cigars on the
mantle piece"
Certainly, with pleasure"
Bob handed the cigars.
Did the girl smoke? Was it possblel
"Take one" said she. Brought them
from Valparaiso with me. Can recommend
themo
| Could she?
Bob took one.
Now light, if you please"
Bob brought light She fred her cigar
and Bob did the same. She pulled away with
entire ease and freedom
Smoke, did she? Bob was astonished; but
he did not fail to remember that his father
had been there.
"The ladies all smoke at Valparaiso"
suggested Bob.
mot at all; I did People told me
must stop smoking when came here; but |
couldn't think of such thing"