Monmouth weekly herald. [volume] (Freehold, N.J.) 1854-1860, 1858-07-22
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intermittent class of human beings de.
nominated lovers are terrible bores.-
1t does very we'll for women to blush and
look fustered now and then, when occa-
sion makes it desirable but to see a
man with his face as red as a ripe cherry,
and a real parcel of strong-mindsdness,
self.reliance and masculine dignity, done
up in b~roadcloth and starched linen,
quaking from the toe Of his boot to the
top of his shirt collar, his mouth awry,
and his tongue twisted into commissions,
in the vain attempt to say something
sweet-O gracious"
So said saucy Sophia Lynn aloud to
herself, as she vas swinging backwards
and forwards before the window, halt
buried in the cushions of a luxuriant
arm chair, and playing with a delicate
ivory fan which lay upon her lap.
/" 1t also seems so strange, not to say
tiresome after one has waltzed and sung,
quoted poetry and talked nonsense with
anybody till one is puzzled TO know which
one of the two is most heartless,W fs's
self or ones companion, to hear him
come down plump on the subject of mat
rimony, as though they were the legiti
mate result of every such insipid &C
quaintance. For my part I never had a
lover there Sophia patted her fan and
looked pleased, for she had had more
than one,) that | wasn't sick of after he
proposed. There was Capt. Norris
thought him the handsomest man in the
whole circle of my acquaintance until
he went on his knees to me and swore he
should die if I didn't take pity on him.
Somehow he always looked like a fright
to me afterwards. Then there was DR.
Wilkins-he was really agreeable, and
people said very learned. | was deligh.
ted with him for q time but he spoiled
it all with that offer of his-what long
winded adjectives and how the poor
fellow blushed, pulled and perspired =
He called me an adorable creature ano
hiccoughed in the middle of adorable
Horrors! l have hated him ever since
Then there was -
Here Sophie started. She heard the
door bell ring. With a nervous spring
she stood before her mirror, smoothing
down her hair with a taste truly comical
at won't do to seem interested" sh,
said, as she took a finishing survey o
her person in the glass, and shook out
with her plump jewelled fingers, the fold
of her airy muslin dress.
The moment afterwards, when g ser
want entered to our Mr.. Harr,
Ainslee, she was back to her old sea
by the. window, rocking and playing witt
3her fan, apparently as unconceraed an'
ago- 4he;infA thst name hsd cot sen
traying crimson all over her pretty face
"Tell him l will be down presently,
she said.
The girl disappeared, and Sophie fun.
open the window, that the cool fresh al
might fan away the extra rosiness frot
her complexion. Then she went agal
to the mirror, and after composing be
bright, eager, happy face into an expires
sion of occurrences, descended to tn
parlor. A smile broke over her features
and she reached out both hands to tn
guest but as if suddenly recollectin,
herself, she drew them back again, ali,
with q formal bow Of recognition, sh
passed him and seated herself in a furth
er corner of the room.
1t was very evident that something wa
wrong with Sophie that she had mad
up her mind either not to be pleased, o
not to please. Could it be that she hat
~forseen what was coming ?-tnat a pre-
sentiment of that visit and its results hat
dictated the merry speeches in her cham
Der? Be that as it may, a half hour hat
not elapsed before Harry Ainslee's hant
and fortune, were in the same place wher
Capt. Morris's and DR.. Wilkins hac
been before them.
"The first man that [ ever heard ga
such things without making a fool o
himself" muttered Sophie emphatically
from behind her fan, as she sat blushing
and evidently gratifed, yet without deign
ing any reply to the gallant, straigh'
forward speech in which her lover hac
risked his all Of hope.
He ought to do penanee for the pref
ty way he managed his tongue. He's al
together too calm to suit me- Ane
Sophie shook her curly head meaningly
holding her fan before her for a screer
did She forget what she had been say
ing. Il wonder if I could snore the way
old Unsle Jones used to in church 7" she
soliloquized. Wouldn't it be fun p
and wouldn't it plague Harry if hi
thought | had been asleep while he wal
talking 2
Sophies blue eyes danced with sup
pressed merriment as she gave two OF
three heavy breathings, and followed
them up with a nasal explosion worthy
of an orthodox deacon. 1t was well done
-thcatrically done-and poor Harry
sprang bolt upright-surprised mortified
chagrined. Human nature could stanl
it no longer, and Sophie gave vent to hel
mirth in a burst of triumphant laughter
"You little witch-you mischief-yor
spirit of evil r exclaimed the relieved
Harry, as he sprang to her side and
caught her by the arm with a grip &hat
made her scream. You deserve a sha
king for your behavior" Then lowering
his voice. he added gravely
Will you never have done ~tormentine
me? If you love me, can you not be
generous enough to tell me so ? and il
you do not, am I not at least Worthy o.
a candid refusal ~
Words sprang to Sophie's lips, that
would have done credit to her womanly
nature, and made her lovers heart bound
with rapture, the whole depths of her
being were stirred and drawn towards
him as they never before had been to-
wards any man.
But she could not quite give up her