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and another brass bosom pin to dear
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and another brass bosom pin to dear
Araminta-wohldn't you"
"Oh, you. needn't beg! We don't
believe 10 beggars. 1 s'pose you
thought I should not know that black
back of yoors in Californy2 Clear
I out of my presence, or I'll lay my
broom-handle over you. If there's
anything I hate, it's peddler, espe.
cially rascal like you'll
"Allow me to enquire" said I, eli
Mr.. John Smiths wife was Melinda
Byrne, the eldest daughter of my
fathers
The broom-stick was lifted, I heard
it cut the air like minnie bullet, and
sprang down the steps into the street
at my best pace.
An angry man I do not fear, bu,
who can stand before an Angry wo
man? I would rather face o roaring
lion.
I called on two more Mr.. Smiths
still unsuccessful in my search. II
was getting near dark, and I was
more than anxious to reach my desti.
nation.
The next Mr.. Smith was located in
Lenox street. 1t was twilight when
| I rang the bell at his door.
Asmiling fellow admitted me, fairly
forcing me into the hall, before 1
conld utter word.
"Walk right in, sir, they are ex.
pecting you. The ladies will be down
in moment. Miss Hattie is in the
back parlor. Walk right in sir"
I was gently pushed toward the
door of q shadowy apartment, and at
the entrance [ was announced: y:
"Mr. Henry"
| The gas was not lighted, and the
apartment. was in semi-darkness. [
heard a soft, quick football on the
carpet, and a pair of the sweetest lips
in the world touched mine; and, good
gracious--for moment the world
swan and I felt as if had been
stowed in honey, and distilled into
Luban's best triple extract of roses.
"Oh, Henry-my dearest and best !
Why don't you kiss me, Henry p
cried a voice like music. "Have you
ceased to care for me Tahd agai1sthe
kiss was repeated /IMF,/Is1
Who could resist the temptation ?
L am naturally a diffdent>man, but l
have some human3nature in me, and
I paid her principal and interest.
"Ob, Henry, I had SO feared that
boing in theyarmy had made you cold
hearted-good heavensI" She fell
back against a chair pale as death.
[rhe servant had lit the gas, and !
stood revealed.
Il beg your pardon marm," said |;
there is evidently some mistake. May
1 inquire if Mr.. Smiths wife was Me-
linda Byrne, the eldest daughter of
my fathers great uncle 2"
The red flush came to the young
lady's check-she was handsome as a
picture-and she replied with courte-
sy:
"She was not. You will, I hope,
excuse me for the blunder commit
ted. We are expecting my brother
Henry from the army, and your blue
clothes deceived me-"
"For which I shall always wear
blue" I replied gallantly. "Allow
me to introduce myself am Henry
Parkwcll, of Sauashville," and in
making my bow, I stumbled Q7or a.
ottoman, and fell smash into q china
closet, demolisbing at least o dozen
plates and as many glass tumblers.
I sprang to my feet, seized my bag,
and without o word dashed out OF the
house.
I knocked over man who was
passing at the moment, and landed
myself on my head in the gutter.
The man picked himself up ard was
about to make q display of muscle,
when the glare of the street lamp re.
vealed to me the well known face OF
my Johr Smith.
"Eureka!" cried I, "Allow me to
inquire if your wife was Melinda, the
eldest daughter of my fathers great
uncle Byrne?"
"She was," said he, grasping my
hand, sand I am delighted to see you,
But, confound it, you needn't come at
a fellow sol"
But I must cut my story short.
He took me home with him and ]
had good visit; I saw Melinda TO my
hearts content. Nay, more met
and was properly introduced to Hattie
Smith-and-well II am having a
new suit of clothes made, and in due
course of time will be married my,
self, in them, to tho young lady just
alluded to.
The Corn PANIc.-The Darlington
Southorner quotes our paragraph, and
makes the following additional state