The Tiffin tribune. (Tiffin, Ohio) 1868-1887, 1872-04-18

little closer TO me-"
THANK YOU, SIR was the soft re-
/ DIV. coming from behind the yeil-as
/ Afr. Edge erefiected-like an angel from
/ a dark cloud. And his heart gave 0
large thump as the pretty shoulders
[ touched his own shaggy OveTcOat in
a hesitating sort Of a way.
DECIDEDLY, this is getting quite
romantic" thought he, and then with
an audible whisper, "What would
Maria say ~
The rest Of that long dreary ride
was delicious, with the shoulders
against his own. How gallantly be
1 Jumped up to pull the strap for her
by some strange streak il happened
70 be in the very street where he in
tended to stop. And, under the cir
eunstances, we csn hardly blame him,
when the cars stopped so suddenly
that she caught at his arm, for the
squeeze he gave the plump rosy hand
any man Of sense would have done
the same-it was such an inviting
little lily.
"AllOw me to carry your basket,
Miss, &c our paths lie ia the same di-
LEEllNAAr ENAA Nj Ll4zEH kOhA y
relieving her Of her burden as be
spoke; "and-and-maybe you will
find less difficulty If you take my
arm"
Well, wasn't it delightful? Mr.. Edge
forgot the wet streets and pitcby
darkness-het thought he was walking
on roses. Only as be approached his
door be began to feel little nervous.
and wished the little ineOgnitO would
not hold on so tight. Suppose Maria
should be at the window, on the look
out, as she often was. hOw would she
interpret matters? He couldn't make
her believe that he only wanted to be
polite 10 the fair traveller. Besides
hissweepiGg declaration in the morn
ing-she would be sure to recall them.
As he stopped at the right number
and bade her adieu. he was astOunded
to see her likewise run ~ the steps
to enter. Gracious Apollo He burst
into a cold perspiratiOn at the idea Of
the young lady's error.
"I think YOU must havo made a
mistake, Miss, this can't be your
hOuse.H
But he was too late-she wasalready
in the brilliantly lighted hall, and
turning round threw OFF her dripping
habiliments, and made a low courte-
"Why, ips nay wifep gasped Mr..
Edge.
"And happy to see that you have
not forgotten al your gallantry 10 us
ladies' pursued the merciless little
puss, her blue eyes they were pretty
all on a dance with suppressed ro-
query.
Edge looked from ceiling TO floor in
a vain search for a lOOphOle to retreat,
but the search was unavailing.
"Well," he said, in the most sheep
ish of tones, "Its the frat time l was
ever polite to a lady in the cars, and
hang me IL it shan't be the last"
"You see, my deal" >" said the elastic
little lady, II didn't expect to be de-
layed so long. and had not any idea
/ should meet with such attentions in
the cars, and that from my husband,
too Goodness gracious, how Aunt
Priscilla viii enjoy the joke"
eff You tell that old harpy, / will
never hear the last Of it, /" said Edge,
in desperation.
every probable" was the provok-
ing reply of his wife.
''Now, look here, darling" said Mr..
Edge coaxingly, ''you won't say any
thing will you A fellow don't want
to be laughed at by all the world. I
say, Maria, you shall have the pref
tiest furs in New York If you will on
ly keep quiet-you shall, upon my
honor.n
The terms were satisfactory, and
Maria capitulated-whO wouldn't?
And that is the way she got those
splendid furs that filed the hearts of
all her female friends with envy. And
perhaps it was what made Mr.. Edge
such a courteous husband ever since.