Civilian & telegraph. [volume] (Cumberland, Md.) 1859-1875, 1864-12-22
a3lisffllaufons.
A TWILIGHT WOOING.


It's an awful thing to lose friend by mar
riape! TO see him drop into your room oc-
casionally, always with paper parsel unae'
his arm, suggestive Of lace and ribbons IN
stead of having him all to yourself. day in
and Jav out. To know that the blue -breathed
evening cigar will inevitably be abbreviated
by "Oh, my wife will be anxious, if I'm not
ut home by eight o'clock To tell him about
the pretty girl with the pink bonnet that you
me. in the stage yesterday. and be generally
confd, ntal. and then aud your tongue sud
denly palsied by the conviction that he will
tell his wife every word you have been saying
There's no use talking about the thing-it'
actually indescribablc
Do you suppose didn't feel jealous when
Jack Marclyne got marricd' Do you suppose
the erecn-cycd monster didn't inspire me with
all sorts of ofunamiablc feelings toward the little
brovn-cycd beauty who had cut me out SO
completely? 1t took some time to reconcile
me to the new state Of things. But when l
found out that she didn't object to my sitting
ON the balcony and speaking with Jack-nay
that she actually lighted our cigars for u.s. and
then brought her little foot-stool and sat down
beside us-that she laughed like peal OF
merry bells at our bachelor chances and n''''
hans and that she liked to have me come to
dinner on Sundays, then thought Jacks
u;fe wasn't so bad an Institution after all
And one day, when she brought out her tiny
wicker work-baskct, and stood on t'p-toe 70
sew the loose button upon my coat, l caP'tu-
lated in good earnest.
Jack" said l. your wife is-well not
exactly an angel. for don't believe in angels
about the house-but the sweetest little wo-
man ever set my eyes upon. You won't be
jealous, old fellow" ?"
"Jcalous-no ~ said Jack. stretching his
neck so as to look after the light disappear
lug figure. But I'll tell you what. Arthur
you ought to see Mary's sister"
Sure enough, about two weeks afterward.
ss came in at the sweet -shadowed gate,
and paused to look at the crimson clovc-p'nk'
just opening their fringed petals. the silver
, tones of another voice sounded in the low
eaved piazza, and almost before l knew 1t.
Jack MarclyfFc's arm was through m'ne' ana
be was introducing me to duplicate edition
of his wifc-a scarlct-lped, arch-eyed girl in
white muslin. with a coral bracelet on her
arm.
| From that moment was gonc-l didn'
know whether sat ira Jacks velvet chair or
on the top Of the rail fence; said q" No.
thank you," when Mrs. Jack asked me how
xas-I stirred my cup Of chocolate with
pen-knifc. and tried to put the table-cloth into
nv pocket, instead of Observation-Disclosures
finally disgraced myselfirrevocably by putting
the match box into the cradle, and depositing
the baby on the marble mantle-piece.
GOOD gracious. Mr.. Arden" exclaimed
Marclyffe, "vhat is the matter!"
| Il bclicve-I think---pvc got cold in my
head :" faltercd I, looking at the time straight
at Agnes. who was playing with her cora
bracelet, and pretending not to laugh.
Jack" said I. that evening, as he ven'
out to the gate with me. - there's no use try
ing to miuce matters-If can't win MIS-
Agnes shall take arsenic"
Jack squeezed my hand he had beer
through the mill'' himself. -.
"Do you think she cares for me. Jack
I asked plaintively, about month afterward
II declare, honestly. I've the greatest mint
in the world to jump of the pier, or hant
myself, peaceably." Now what does sh'
mean by flirting with th.s red-wh'keret
Carew? Oh. Jack, do be merciful--tcll nj
what you really think" ~ ''''''.
Poor MarclyfFe! It was about the thir
tieth time be had been ssked the same ques
tion. ast
why, how can I tell. Arthur Yo'
might as we'll ask mo to read the Hindoo 81
phabet a. to decipher the mysteries Of . No
mans heart. Why doh't you ask her your