Washington standard. [volume] (Olympia, Wash. Territory) 1860-1921, 1873-09-06

young man of medium hight, arrayed in
rather loose-ftting garments of sombre
black. He wore glasses, and had an
enormous mustache. His hair was
combed back sleekly over his ears, and
gave him, if it had not been for the
mustache, decidedly reverend appear
ance.
"Dear me-" thought Cad, =" don't
call him very handsome, if Tom did.
He didn't say any thing about his wear
ing spectacles, nor Of his being such q
solemn-looking person. I'm sure 1
didn't think it from his letters"
"Do I have the pleasure of seeing
Miss Densmore, the poetess?" asked the
young man, in deep and solemn voice.
':'Iwrite poetry occasionally" answer
ed Cad, beginning to feel nervous and
fidgety before such a solemn person.
"My name is Wood, Kirk Wood"
responded the young man, holding out
his hand like pump-handle. Cad sup
posed she must shake hands with him,
so she gave him her hand. He gave it
very deliberate but vigorous shaking,
and then proceeded to inform her how
highly he was delighted to meet her.
Cad got him seated as quickly as pos
sible. She didn't like to look at him
with his trowsers wrinkling about his
boots, because they were six inches too
long, and his coat hanging loosely about
his arms and body. She was sure it was
at least three sizes too large for him.
After few mild remarks about the
weather, Mr.. Wood branched off on to
other topics of conversation, and final
ly-hom, Cad, couldn't tell-got round
to love, and, before she knew what he
was about, he was there on his knees
before her, and had hold of her hand,
and was imploring her to be his.
"Oh Mr.. Woodw cried Cad, in dis
tress, "Don't, please; let me go, and
Cad snatched away her hand so sud-
denly that it Jared off Mr.. Woods
spectacles. In falling they caught in
his long mustache, and-Cad wondered
if he was coming apart entirely!-it
slipped down over his chin and hung
suspended on his bosom by couple of
strings, which seemed fastened to his
ears.
"Oh, Oh" shrieked Cad, giving one
Mortified look into the face uplifted to
hers. "Tom Densmore you wicked
boy! How could you come here and
impose on me in this way and pretend
to be Mr.. Wood? I'll tell Pa, as sure
as I live."
"Oh, dear! dear!' cried Tom, roll
ing and kicking about on the floor
l never knew anything half so jolly in
all my life. How do you like your cor
respondent Cad? Mr.. Thomas Kirk
wood Densmore at your service. Mr..
Kirk Wood is pretty name, isn't it !?
Oh, dear" and Tom went off in Sc
ries of spasmodic laughter.
You don't mean to say that you're
Mr.. Wood?" cried Cad, Indignantly,
and just ready to cry.
But do, though" answered, Tom,
holding his sides.
"You said he was handsome, and
smart, and educated" sobbed Cad,
"and there wasn't any such q man.
You thought you was doing something
very cunning, didn't you?"
"And ANT smart and handsome,
especially with the old gentleman's
best clothes on, and a mustache? And
don't I show the fires of genius in my
eyes, say now? And amt educated
like book? Eh? And I'm safe in
saying what 1 said before. I never
knew any one liked quite so we'll as
l do your correspondent! Oh, dear!
dear! But amt it rich?"
Tom laughed till the tears ran down
his cheeks, and he could laugh no
more.
I" Perhaps you think so! sobbed Cad,
her eyes flashing scorn through her
tears. "But I don't. I think you
ought to be ashamed of yourself, Tom
Densmore deceiving me in that way"
81 didn't mean to win your affec-
tions," said Tom, "but, if you really
cared so much for Mr.. Kirk Wood, we'll
be married in the spring.
"Why don't you name the day. dearest?
Why don't you name the da-a-y?'
And Tom went OF into Another round
of side-splitting merriment.
Cad gave him one look, which Tom
afterwards declared held the concen-