The Toledo chronicle. [volume] (Toledo, Tama County, Iowa) 1873-1924, 1875-12-16
Ideal Comrtship at One-IiOrse Gulch.

Ideal Conrtship at One-AOrse Gulch.
In Bret Hartc's new serial story, in
| Scrt6Rer's M0hHly for December, the
hero, Gabriel Conroy, gives to his little
sister the following mendacious account
of his visit to the Widow Marklc on busi-
ness matrimonial:
Olly had drawn a small box, her favor
| ite seat, between her brothers legs, and
rested the back of her head comfortably
against his waistcoat When Gabriel had
! lighted his pipe at the solitary candle he
gave one or two preliminary pulls and
then, taking the pipe from his mouth,
said, gently
Oily, it can't be DONE
"What can't be done Gabc?" quericd
the artful Oily, with a swift preconcep-
ton of the answer expanding her little
mouth into thoughtful smile.
"Thet thing"
"What thing, Gabe?'
"This yer marryin' o Mrs. Markle, I"
said Gabriel, with an assum ption Of easy,
business. like Indifference.
Why?" asked oily.
"She wouldn't hev me-"
WHAT" said oily, swiftly facing
round.
Gabriel evaded his sisters eyes and,
looking in the fire, repeated slowly, but
with great tirmness:
mo; not fur-tur-fur gift"
"She's mean, stuck-up, horrid old
thingn' said Oily, fiercely. "I'd jest like
to-why, thar amt man az kin compare
with you, Gabe! Like her impudence!
Gabriel waved his pipe in the air depre-
catingly, yet with such an air of evident
cheerful resignation that Oily faced upon
him again, suspiciously, and asked:
What did she say"
"She said," replied Gabe, slowly,
"thet her heart-was-give another.
| think she struck into poetry, and said
MY heart it is anothers
And it never can be thinen
Thet is, | think so. | disremember hel
special remark, Oily; but you know
women alters spout poetry at sech times
Ennyhow, that's about the way the thing
panned out"
"Who was it?' said Oily, suddenly.
"She didn't let on who," said Gabriel
uneasily. q didn't think it the square
thing to inquire"
"Well," said Oily.
Gabriel looked down still more embar
rassed and shifted his position.
"Well," he repeated.
"What did you say?" said Oily.
"Then?"
"No, afore. How did you do it, Gabe p
SAID Oily, comfortably fixing her chin il
her hands and looking up in her brother
face.
"Oh, the usual way!" said Gabriel
with motion of his pipe, to indicat
vague and glittering generalities of court
, ship.
But how? Gabe, tell me all aboutit.
Well" said Gabriel, looking up at til
roof, "wimen is bashful ez genera
thing, and thar's about only one way ez
man can get at 'em, and that is by beint
kinder keerless and bold. Ye see, Oily
when KEN inter the house sorter jes
chucked Sal under the chin-thet way
YOU know-and then went up and put M
arm around the widder's waist, and kisse
her two or three times, you know, jest t
be amiable and familiar like"
"And to think, Gabe, thet after all tina
she wouldn't hev ye," said Oily.
mot at any price," said Gabriel, pos
, lively. -
l "The disgustin' beast" said Oily. II
( lest like to ketch that Manly hangin' roun
J yer after tbatr' she continued, savagely
| with vicious shake of her little fis
E "And just to think, only today we CIV
a her her pick O. them pups"
!, Hush, Oily, ye mustn't do anythin'
: the SORT" said Gabriel, hastily. "4
e must never let on to anyone anything. 1t
S confidence, Olly-contidence, ez these so
e o. things allus is-atween you and MI
r Besides" he went on, reassuringl.
n "that's nothin'. Lor', afore aman's ma
ried he has to go through this kind
q thing dozen times. It's expecte'
|. There was man as once knowed," CO..
It tinued Gabriel, with shameless mendacit
n "ez went through it fifty times, and
4 was better man nor me, and could shal
II a thousand dollars in the face Of any wor
IS an. Why, bless ysur eyes, Oily, son
.e men Jest likes tits excitement-lil
'. perspectip',"