The Burlington weekly hawk-eye. [volume] (Burlington [Iowa]) 1860-1876, 1861-12-21

az remember il perfectly answered, |
s.but / intend to have different reply tei
that. You see these Eve and beg,
hall ask You I've times 70 become ny wife. |
Every time YEA refuse ] shall throw over
and bag %, lady fair, - The cabmsn would |
~, recopsidsr your decision, and consent
70 becoms bIrS. Jenkyns." e
81 won'tp' she said; 81 never will! and
let me tell you, that you are acting in
very ungentlemanly way TO press me thus"
i"You acted in 3 very iadylike WAY the
other day, did you not, ] rojoined, when
YOU. Knocked mo out Of the 6ostY She
laughed again, for she was plucky girl,
and no mistake-a very plucky girl.
sHowever,' vent on, its no good argu-l
ing about twill you promise give me-
your handr 90 6ne
"Never!'she answered; 'I'll 80 70 Urss
Major first, though I've GOT big enough
bear here, in oil conscience, Stsy! you'd
prefer Aquarius, wouldn't you!"
She looked 30 pretty that ! WAS almost
inclined to let her off q Was only trying
to frighten her, of course-I knew how
high We could 60 safely we'll enough, and
how valuable tho life Of Jenkyns was to
his country;) but resolution Is one Of the
strong points Of my character, and when
I've begun thing I like to carry it
through, 80 I threw over another sand bag,
and whistled the Dead March in Saul.
stCome. Mr. JENKINS" she said, sud-
denly, come, Tom, let a. descend now,
and I'll say nothing whatever about oil
this" q t'
Z ~ continued the execution Of the Dead
March.
q "But if you do not begin the descent at
ouce, I'll tell papa the moment Get foot
on the ground"
~ laughed seized another sand bag,
and looking steadily at her, said:
"Win you promise to give me your
hand?"
give answered you already" was the
reply.
"Over went the sand, and the solemn
notes of the Dead March resounded
through the car.
81 thought you we're gentleman
said Fanny; rising up in rage from the
bottom of the Car, where she had been
sitting, and looking perfectly beautiful
in her wrath; 81 thought you were q gen.
tleman but I find was mistaken; why, .
chimney sweeper would not treat a lady
in such way. Do you know you are
risking your own life as well as mine by
your madness"
81 explained that Iadored her 80 much
that to die in her company would be per
feet bliss, SO begged she would not con-
slider my feelings at all. She dashed her
beautiful hair from her face, and standing
perfectly erect, looking like the Goddess
Of Anger or Boadicea, if you can fancy that
parsonage in a balloon-she said:
81 command you to begin the descent
this instantw q..s
The Dead March whistled in manner
essentially gay and lively, was the only
response After few minutes silence, l
took up another bag and said:
eve are getting up rather high, if you
do not decide soon we shall have Mercury
coming to tell us that we are tresspassing
will you promise me your hand?'
"She sat in sulky silence in the bottom
of the car. I threw over the sand. Then
she tried another plan. Throwing her
self upon her knees, and bursting into
tears, she said:
"Oh, forgive me for what 1 did the
other day! 1t was very wrong, and | am
very sorry. Take me home and will be
sister to you"
"Not wife?" said ].
81 can't! can'tp she answered.
cover went the fourth bag, and 1 began
to think she would beat me, after all; for
l did not like the idea of going much
higher. I would not give in just yet,
however. / whistled for few moments,
to give her time for reflection, and then
said:
Fanny they say that marriages are made
in Heaven-if you do not take care, ours
will be solemnized there
81 took up the fifth bag.
"Come,' 1 said, my wife in life, or
my companion in death! Which is it to
bel" and I patted the sand bag in a
cheerful manner. She held her face in
her hands, but did not answer. nursed
the bag in my arms as fit had been
baby.
"Come, Fanny, give me your promise"
could hear her sobs. I'm the most
soft hearted creature breathing, and
would not pain any living thing, and !
confess she had beaten me. forgave
her the ducking; I forgave her for reject
ing me. I was on the point of finging
the bag back into the car, and saying: |
dearest Fanny; forgive me for frighten-
ing you. Marry whomsoever you will
Give your lovely hand to the lowest groom |
in your stables-endow with your price
less beauty the Chief of the Panki-wanki |
Indians. Whatever happens, Jenkyns
Is your slave-your dog-your footstool |
His duty hencefortb, is to 60 whitherso-
ever you shall order-to do whatever You
shall command" 1 was just on the
point Of saying this I repeat, when Fanny
suddenly looked up, and said, with q
queerish expression upon her face:
"You need not throw that last bag ov.
er. | promise to give you my hand"
with all your heart! asked quickly.
With all my heart, she answered with
the same strange look.
IL tossed the bag into the bott I'm of the
car and opened the valve. The balloon
descended /
'.Gentlemer," said Jenkyns, rising from
his sect In the most solemn manner, and
stretching out his hand, as if he were 60
ing to take an oath; Gentleman will you
believe it? When we had reached the
ground, and the balloon had been given
over to its recovered master-when had
helped Fanny tenderly to the earth, and
turned toward her to receive anew the
promise Of her affection and her hand
will you believe it?-she gave me box on
the ear that upset me against the car,
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