Iowa voter. [volume] (Knoxville, Iowa) 1867-1874, 1871-03-02

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had just put them before her for minute
and then taken them away.
II am sorry for that" l answer; but
then, you see, | know you never eat minct
pies"
"How do you know thats" she asks
turning round quickly.
Your cousin has told me great deal
about YOU" | reply.
did he tell you, pray, that never eat
mince pies."
"How should / know it if he did not p
say, with assumed simplicity.
She looks very incredulous. "He didn',
tell you that, l know though believe
yo- men talk3a great deal Of nonsense; as
much much nonsense as women do"
You own that about women, then, and
yet you want them to have seats in Parlia-
ment p
90, now am certain you must have
been at Mr. Domvile's," she cries; " for ]
never said so till to-day at dinner, and
then only in opposition to my neighbor
If you were not there how could you have
known what said ?"
do you believe in the theory, Miss
Linton" l begin, with grave face, of a
person knowing, by sort Of affinity, the
thoughts and actions of another person
whom he has never seen, but whom, when
he is permitted to see, he is at once, by
fate. most deeply interested in?"
mo, don't" she replies, laughing.
"How nonsensical you are!"
Before / can 60 on expounding my i'm
promptu theory, Roche comes up and claps
me on the shoulder.
"Well, Herbert, how's CrumWs!'
Roche has often been to my rooms, and
knows my landlord, of course; but what
demon possessed him to come at this mo-
ment, and pronounce that fatal name, l
can't imagine.
Bravo" cried Miss Linton, clapping
her hands. "Now l know; you went
there with Crumms."
"Went wheree" asks Roche, in sur
prise.
"To the Domville's," she answers, "Mr.
Herbert was there with Crumms, wait
ing. Now, weren't your she asks, turn
ing to me. ~.
So, driven up in corner, at last make
my confession.
"What fun" she says. "Won't laugh
at mamma. She read me such lecture
as came here And have not made a
mistake after all"
Except when you took me for waiter,
Miss Linton"
30, that was your own fault. am not
bit sorry for that now"
What Miss Linton did say to her NAM
ma, OF course 1 don't know; if she did
laugh at her, Mrs Linton must have taken
it very good naturally; for when | go up
stairs after supper, she calls me " Mr..
Waiter" and the name sticks to me for
the rest of the evening. just as we are
all leaving, she comes to me and invites
me to a party at her house in the following
week.
"How shall I come, Miss Linton % | ask,
as put on her cloak as a waiter or a
guest p
In the capacity you think suits you
best" she answers. Then she adds more
softly, 1--WE shall be glad to see you in
either"
There is farther note in my diary for
that Christmas day--something about
Miss Linton-which, perhaps, it will be as
well to let remain private. But about two
wears afterward, and not so very long ago,
there was wedding breakfast given at the
Domville's. Crumms was there to wait,
and Crumms' feelings had oyerpowered
him, and required soothing. From being
usually calm, Crumms became UNUSUALLY
excited, and was with difficulty prevented
from solemnly blessing the happy couple,
and making speech to the effect that the
occasion was brought about by him taking
the bridegroom out waiting on certain
Christmas day.-London Society.