The Camden journal. [volume] (Camden, S.C.) 1866-1891, 1872-02-29
From the New York Commercial.
Eli Perkins Flirting Girls and Flirting
Fellows .

Fifth Avenue Hotel February 10TH
Those flirting Fifth-avenue fellows
Everywhere 1 50 the young ladies are fu'
rious at the way Browns boys are conducting
themselves this winter. Their chief aim
seems to get young lady con the strings,
and then trihe with their affections, they al
ways talk, but they never propose. They
fuss around for three or four months with a
Young lady and then plead poverty and the
i-dont-want-to-take- -you-from-your nice.home
dodge. Now the girls are willing to 60
They are wiling to live in a garret with a
brave, hands, M: working young fellow, with
a heart big enough to kill them with manly
love. They don't like these timid, calculat-
ing fellows. They like man who will rush
headlong wherever love bcckons him, know
ing that happiness aud wealth will surely
follow after. The young ladies begin to get
mad. They are tired Of waiting.
This letter from a young Fifth-avenue
belle came yesterday, and it tells we'll the sy'
rene tale of love and Irritation:
"FIrru AVENUE, February 9th.-W
Dear EH.-We Fifth h-avenue young ladies
have got an :dca. You know the New York
flirting fellows have been going on dreadful
", lately. We never know when they arc
in earnest. They keep us waiting, watching
and fussing, but never come right square out
and propose. They talk sweet enough, but
when we get them right down to the pro-
posing point they just dodge off orremaln 81
lent.
.Why, only Sunday night, Charley Brown,
whom / loye-really love too much for any
thine-called, and even he fooled ME like the
rest. I'll tell you how it was:
spa and ma were at church, and sister had
rone ND to Vassar to school, when Charley
the dear boy-came. Well, we sat on the
sofa, where VIC always do. by and by he
took my hand; then he told me he loved ME.
This made INC blush-not because it was
anything new, for the fellows all say that to
us, you know.
"Do YOU love me?" he asked, leaning for
ward so that felt his head against mine.
"Yes. Charley. you know do" replied,
and then I-why | waited for Charley to say
the rest. But he held my hand thoughtful
" for little while, and then lodged off by
saving: "Wcll, Lizzie, / am glad you love
nc for do like to be loved"
"Oh, the mean fellow I could cry with
rage. but like him, and like to have him
come here, but | do think it was mean to
make me commit myself so. and then he
why, maybe he'll goright offHnd do the same
thing to some other girl Tonight =.
LlZZlEs IDEA.
"This is our new idea All the girls have
agreed to it. We call it the honorable doagc
and we arc bound tn put through every filrt'
ing fellow in New York on it. The idea is
but Ill tell you how I practiced it last
night, and you'll understand it better But
YOU know it is a secret, and of course you
arc to be trusted.
"Well, last night Fred Palmer called; you
know he is an awful firt. We sat on the
same sofa where Charley and sat before
The gas was low, and pretty quick Fred be-
gan to talk ''spooney" pretended to be
effected, and then he said. "What pretty
ring you have, Lizzie" The old dodge, yor
know.
Eyes, $685." I replied.
"Is that your crest engraved on it" he
asked, taking my hand. (Anothcr old dedgt
You know.) "It isn't half pretty enough fol
your hand" he continued. you shoulc
have diamond solitaire. Would you like
one ?" he asked, looking lovingly into my
eyes. -,
'"Ycs," said. ''if it comes from the right
person. r. ,
.'How would you like one from me, Lizzie !
he asked with Il sigh.
"Oh! I should be delighted, if l thought
YOU loved me-" and then looked down OF
his coat sleeve.
"But, Lizzie, you Know I do love you
love you dearly, T."
DO you love me enough to speak to fathe
about it," | asked. nterrupting him.
YES. dear Lizzie, will speak to him to
morrow" he said, kissing my hand.
"No, Frederic" ] remarked, removing M
hand from his convulsivc grasp. ''Tm gla'
you arc willing, but I'm engaged to Alfrc'
Smith you know. and | was on'y seeing hoy
far you would go"
So keep the idea secret a little while, m
dear Eli, and we will fool every fcll'w ii
New York. Mum is the word
Yours. LIzzIE-