Smyrna times., 1876-02-02

| tiNi0 Hldue unelf appearance.
ID, not knowing that further acting
was unnecessary, affected the greatest sur
prise on seeing me, which amused Mrs. Car
not SO much that she could not control bor
mirth.
IL Is all so funny that / must laugh r'
she exclaimed. And she did.
D. j. looked sharpley at me, but nv face
was as long as a Sioux Indians, and he
suspected nothing. Mrs. Carnot came to
my relief, and fell to catechising j. j. most
numerically, but he seemed moody and
distracted, which led me to believe that
ne was not progressing very smoothly with
his love-makihg. l was right, as l learned
the moment saw j. j. alone.
81 don't know what to make of II eoid
ne; u proposed to her to day, and she
would not say either FYes' or mo, T
must have an answer tomorrow for thew
have written to father, and he will be sure
to come on"
The next day was at the brownstone
mansion before J..J. He seemed TO have
lost heart; but after encouraging him as
well as l could, wentaway, leaving him to
follow, as felt sure he would do.
when the servant showed me into the
drawing room l was taken abaclz ot tho
sight OF a red-faced gentleman of fftv or
thereabouts, occupying a seat very near
Mrs. Carnot. The little lady seemed to
enjoy my discontinue.
Mr.. John johnson, Mr. Uriab John.
son."
There was mutual surprise, but | flatter
myself that | behaved with becomino cool.
ness and gravity.
am happy to meet you, sir" said T.
" have the honor to be acquainted with
your son, Mr.. John Johnson
"Oh, you have, have your exclaimed
MI urah. Precious little honor about
that
hardly know what reply l should have
made but }. J. and the dark-eyed Blanche
entered the room just then and saved mo
the trouble ofspealSing.
Father, by Jover exclaimed !. T in
N''N SiCdtCSt CONSERVATION.
" Yes, father" answered the old geptIo.
man, quite shortly. "Just in time, too"
" Father, | beg of you" said J. 7.
who seemed to know what was cominq
Pretty time now, isn't it? This is the
way you serve me, isit? John, Ill.tell Won.
once for all, that you never shall marry tho
widow Carnot."
For heavens sake, father, do stop where
you are" beseeched J. j.
Well, shan't," was Mr.. Uriab's cool
reply. I" I've made up my mind for YOU to
marry Blanche Edgerly, and you've got to
do it, boy"
Father"
Stop, John, know what you want to
say, but you shan't; for you would always
be sorry for it. Blanche, come here a
minute"
Blanche quickly left J. J,'s side, which
caused that young man to stare prodigiouslv.
Blanche9' he murmured, scarcely be.
ieving he had heard Alright. "Did you say
Yes, didr answered his father. .eYou
honght you were making love to the
widow, did your I'm half inclined TO
make you to do it in earnest 1t wouldn,t
'e much punishment, though, in my wat I
thinking" II
And mine," remarked. t
Oh, ho," laughed the old gentleman.
SO that's the way the wind blows. Carrie.
ome here. want to ask your pardon for
alling you widow; and l want to fix up
his other matter, too. There, now. YOU
iris look me straight in the eye, and |
nswer me. Blanche, do you love John
ohnsoni" |
Blanche hung her head and blushed 2
nmson at the unexpected question. But I
ne old gentleman was determined to have !
Yes or "No," and he got eyes"
"All right. Now, Carrie, do you love t
Ohm JohnsonH There, you needn't say g
No for | know better. can see it in your o
ye. Ha hal hal What lucky thing Il
is that there are John Johnsons enough o
supply the demand. Hol ho hop = a
| don't suppose that either j. j. or NV. o
I'll really knew what we were about for the P
ext ten minutesi but, in some mysterious q
tanner head Of golden hair got very
ose to my breast, and Carrie Oarnot's h
lushing face almost met mine-mind, | d
ont say there was meeting. J. j. was g
the same relative position towards T
ianche, II my memory does not deceive k
e. dare not say what Mr.. Uriah was T
Ding, yet ] do believe he kissed Blanche 7
nd Carrie dozen times, He declares, b'
oweyer, that there was not the ghost of NJ
'ance for him to do any such thing, as ]. J. ct
I'd myself monopolized, etc. We never be
I'd any dispute about il; and, now that 70
lrrie is my wife, | am perfectly willing to tn
t the old gentleman think as hepleases. &c
Tor Blanche's J. j., why, I'll let him w
'eak for himself. sl
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