The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1869-07-22

Fagge," said, with my most bewitching
smile 'iYou called to see me, believe /;
1 am of age, and I shall be happy to see
you at any time when you please to cal" /"
An angelic smile lighted up his coun-
tcnance, and to me he seemed really
beautiful. When we parted at the door
he pressed my hand slightly. Oh it was
so sweet
After that, Mr.. Fagge and were to-
gether almost every day for a fortnight
Luckily my father was not aware of this.
I did not suppose he would ever put his
threat into execution but still, had he
found us together, he might have made
use of some rather harsh words, and they
might have caused an unpleasantness.
But I felt this could not always last
There would be an explosion some day.
1t came rather sooner than / expected.
Mr.. Fagge and were together. We
had been talking as usual, nearly half an
hour, when he turned suddenly to me and
said:
"Beatrice, there is something that I
have been wishing to tell you some time"
"Indeed !' 1 gave him glorious smile.
"What can it be-"
"Beatrice," ,"-I knew by the way his
moustache bristled up what YVES coming
81 love you"
"Is that all 7"
'Is not that enough?'
"Why 1 thought by the expression Of
your countenance that it was something
more serious"
cit will be serious enough for. me, un-
less you tell me that my love is return
ed" he said, throwing himself on his
knees before me.
"Indeed," [ was wondering how he
was ever going to get up. That was a
very serious consideration.
"Can you loye me2'
did not feel quite certain about that ;
in fact think that 1 was as much in
doubt about the state Of my heart as
Mr.. Fagge was.
"Will you have me, darling?"
The next instant Mr.. Fagge gave a
yell of pain that penetrated my soul.
With a hurried glance 1 took in the
whole situation. Father had arrived, and
was now putting>his threat into cxecu-
ton. Mr.. Fagge made nc resistance, but
allowed my father to lead him to the
door. My blood boiled. I sprang to-
ward them, and grasped MIR. Fagge
around the neck.
'.My dear Aminidab," J. cried, III do
love you-irdeed I de-. You shall not
take him, father. He is mine, mine my
beloved Aminidab %
"Beatrice !" shouted father.
:'No, father, you shall not part u.s."
beatrice, will you not obey me?"
Gin all but this. But you can never
tear US asunder--no, never" and l clung
tighter to the beloved of my soul. Faith.
or sank into chair, seemingly quite
overcome waited for him to speak.
"Mr Fagge, take seat" at length he
said. Beatrice" turning to me, do you
mean to marry this man?"
eyes, sir"
Enough p father smiled. Beatrice,
allow me to introduce you to the Hon:
Walter Stillfeet, of c., one of the
wealthiest men IN the city, and my par
ticular friend"
turned toward Aminiiab. He was
just removing wig from nis glossy oi"eh
curls, and in his hands held fiery red
moustache. With cry of joy I sprang
into his arms
"Will you love me as we'll as you did,
Beatrice ?" he asked.
"Yes," murmured. He kissed me.
"There is only one way to manage a
headstrong girl, Mrs. Puggins," father
said, as my mother entered the room.
We all laughed heartily.
"You played your part we'll, father" l
said.
"Well, the rest remains for you and
him."
All this happened some months ago.
We are married now, but / never re-
gretted my fathers ruse.