Port Tobacco times, and Charles County advertiser. (Port Tobacco, Md.) 1845-1898, 1872-10-18
"Then you don't know about it ?''
returned John Loveland.
GA hout what 9'

returned John Loveland.
"About what"
"Why, about Hugh McGonagle."
"And who is Hugh McGonagle?"
'Why, don't you remember the old
gentleman who used to keep the hotel
It's his son.
"But he ran away"
eyes, and he's returned, and, if
mistake not, is making love to your
daughter; and if | remember, Mr.. Ma
Cog, you promised her to me-"
CHA! making love to my daughter?
Is he rich?"
John Loveland laughed.
erich! Why, he brought home a
few thousand dollars, which he is
spending as fast as he can."
"Of course he is. What could you
expect of a McGonagle? And he's
making love to my daughter? Strange
| haven't seen him; but then, Pm not
at home great deal, and suppose he
steps in when I step out. However,
I'll look after him now, and, John, you
shall have my daughter"
'But she's refused me-"
''What the dev-refused you!" ex-
claimed Mr.. Magog.
"Ye Yes, she says Pm too old"
"Well, egad! you are rather old-a
year or two my senior, l think; but
what of that? Didn't you tell her that
it was my wish ?"
eyes"
'And that had no effect?"
"None."
''Then, by George! I'll tell her my
SELF" And without another word Mr..
Magog turned on his heel and started
for home.
Now the above conversation took
place on that beautiful evening in the
month of July which I undertook to
describe at the opening of my story.
And you remember we left Miss Magog
sitting in the drawing-room Of the hand
some brick mansion on Congress Ave
nue., enjoying the beautiful evening a.
foresaid. Yes, she was enjoying it, but
not alone. Hugh McGonagle sat be-
side her, and he was enjoying the even
ing, too.
"Delia, do you know what Pm think
ing of?n Hngh asked. placing his arm
on the back on ner char, aid begin
ming to play with the trio of curls that
dangled from the back of her chignon.
"Why, Hugh, what question! How
shouldI! | cannotread your thoughts. !"
go no, of course not. Well, I was
wondering to myself how you would
like to be called Mrs. McGonagle."
"Well, Hughv' And it is my duty,
as a faithful historian, to inform the
reader that the dear girl blushed and
looked down, and-and edged a little
nearer to her lover; and as he edged a
little nearer, too, why, there wasn't
much room left for a fellow to crowd
in between them.
"Well, Della, do you think you love
me well enough to become my wife 20
30 Hugh! how can you ask? You
know [ do love you"
And then two pairs of lips pucker-
ed, and something smacked, and con-
tinued to smack for nearly five minutes ;
and Della had her head pillowed on
Hugh's shoulder all the time.
81 suppose" began Hugh, after they
had become more resigned to their fate,
81 suppose your father, whom | don't
happen to be acquainted with, will
have no serious objections, my dear %
Myfather? Great heavens! Ihad
forgotten him." cried Della.
''And l had forgotten mine, too, .
said Hugh.
eyes, my father will object. He has
already chosen a husband for me, a
friend of his, and an old bachelor, but
he is very wealthy, and father is deter
mined that [ shall marry him.
''And his name is John Loveland,' -
said Hugh. GIVE heard of him. A
dry old chip, with no more heart than
a sawhorse. But he's rich, and [ am
poor.''
80 Hugh, what shall we do?" Sob
bed Della.
'That's just what I should like to
knowv' yelled Mr.. Magog, bursting
into the room and confronting his
daughter, whom he had the satisfaction
to find sitting on Hugh McGonagle's
knee, with her beautiful arms wound
around his neck.
"O!O! Op' screamed Miss Magog
throwing herself into an armchair
and covering her face with her hands
Mr.. Magog glared at Mr.. McGonagle
and the latter gentleman glared at the
former gentleman, and the former gen
tleman was very red in the face, while
the latter was uncommonly pale; but
he was as.cool as if he had been 'iced.'
"Wilt thou reach stars because they
shine on thee p" cried Mr.. Magog
quoting Shakespeare without knowing
it.
Mr.. McGonagle arose, walked to the
window, and looking up at the stars
said he didn't think he would.
"No, Mr.. Magog, I'd rather not, i
it's all the same to you" And then
after pause, 81 presume I am address
ing Mr.. Magog"
eyes sir"
"Ah,I thought 1 couldn't be mis-
tsken," said Hugh, smiling blandly