Alpena weekly argus. [volume] (Alpena, Mich.) 1871-1893, 1871-10-24

"Nsono, goou notured fel
Low was Charlie Winter, but so YER
"ashfal that in the presence of tn
gentler sex he never could have toll,
whether he was standing on his hea,
or his heels. Just now his failing wa
most immensely aggravated by tn
fact that he was over head and ears i,
1--we with Clarice Wilmer, the sweet
est, prettiest, and bewildering littl,
beauty in all the region round about.
80 dear wish l knew a way tc
tell my love, and not be there myself
Deuce take the girls They bother
you on purpose, 1 believe; and always
manage so your courage oozes out Of
your fingers ends before you are quite
ready to ask the fatal question"
why don't you write ?"
"Write ? l shouldn't know a word
to say and then I'd never dare to
look her In the face again"
lob, what spooncy. Simply say
You love her, and ask her if she will
make you happy. Then face the mu-
sic like a man, and meet her next time
as if nothing had happened-unless
she answered yes, and then, of course,
you'll act as if something had happen.
cd"
Charley groaned despairingly.
Easy enough for you to talk" he
muttcred, obviously. "You have been
married seven years-with me the case
IS different. / tell you, Tom, you
don't know anything about it,"
eyes L do. Didn't Nell act just as
Clarice does, bewitching me at one
moment and almost driving me to sui
eide at the next 4? You're a lunatic,
you arc, and | hope Claricc will give
you the mittcn."
I'm afraid she will"
"a faint heart never won fair la
dy," quoted Tom Ridgcly, Indignantly,
as he arose to take his leave. "Se-
riously, however, | advise you to put
your heart on paper, and forward it to
Clarice by the post"
Charlie thoug ht about it after he
was gone. The more he thought the
better pleased with it he was.
"It's terrible but | suppose must!''
he groaned, seating himself at his writ
ting desk, and clutching wildly at pa
per, pens and ink, he commenced the
task.
An hour of torture. Charley be-
gan dozen billet-doux and tore them
up, then wrote dozen more and tore
them up also.
ats utterly useless" he moaned at
last, and then the great BOBBY laid his |
head upon the desk and fairly sobbed.
"I'll write and ask her to 90 to the
opera with me tomorrow night; any
way, and then, perhaps" he dared |
to think no further.
my Dear, that will never
do; was ever mortal so perplexed as
l am? l wish the girls at the bottom
of ocean, and Eve had never been
created.
"Well,. I'll begin again"
This time he was successful. His
note was short enough, and some young
ladies might take umbrage at such an
invitation, but Charles know his bash
fullness. 1t read as follows, and. was
not dated at all
"Will you be kind enough to hon
OF me by the acceptance of my escort
to the opera tomorrow eve ?"
And that was all, besides the sigma
ture.
"Well there" said Charles, as he
got it done. 81 promised sister Min
ME would write to her this week, so
I will do it now while my hand is in"
And tossing the note one side he soon
began his letter.
SISTER Minnie" lit ready "Yours
Of the 18th came to hand, as / have
meant to answer it before. The fact
is am deep in love with young la
dy, Claricc Wilmer, Of whom you've
heard me speak, and I'm afraid she
don't return it. You know l am so
confounded bashful I daren't write
Sometimes think I've got the neces-
sary courage, but when I meet her it
vanishcs like dew before the sun, and
I'm bigger fool than ever. l know
she thinks I'm fool, but I can't help
it. I'd rather face a cannon, or an
engine Of destruction than a pretty
woman any time. Claricc is the fair
est, sweetest, and most beautiful young
lady ! ever saw"
Here followed three whole pages Of
lovers rhapsody, interspersed with
wailings of despair, and then the letter
wound up thus:
'.Ive asked her to the opera to-mor-