The daily intelligencer. [volume] (Seattle, Wash. Territory [i.e. Wash.]) 1876-1881, 1878-09-14

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Never saw Dora Armistead my
little Doras Why, Phil. how is that
possible:' said my friend Frank. - We
sat IN his room. smoking and mskine
confidential revelations to each other
You forget ! answered. that when
was in Aiddlebarg. Miss Dora was
away ct school. I heard of her though.
% she seemed to be considered the
beauty of the place. What is she like
PHILIP
Like On angel
OF course; but what style Of angelic
beauty: Tall OF short. dark or fair, blue
or black
Fair - lily. violet eyes, coral lips
peasly teeth and . fgure-well she
ain't tall. and she 10 Just plump enough
to be rounded and dimplsd. Bot you
shall see and Judge for yourself. Here
i her picture
Prom . drawer e his writing deak
he drew forth . sti6. glazed envelope,
such ~ used BY photographers. and
therefrom produced card-ths like
ness of very pretty doll-fsced girl.
with . languid simpsr about her lips,
and hair which looked like . mass Of
tangled tow.
Well, what do you think OF herr be
asked proudly. as critically examined
it.
"A blonde beauty / answered, hypo-
critically; but you know tastes differ.
and for my part l prefer brunette
style
OF course; since you've known Miss
Laura Hunt
felt myself blush like girl. and
Frank laughed good-nsturedly.
You'll never leave off that ridicu-
lous habit of blushing, Phil. I'd like
to see you popping the question to that
cold self-possessed Miss Hunt, if you
ever have the courage to do it. She is
very handsome, no doubt. but to my
mind not to compare with my little
Dora
The idea of comparing bis dumpy,
doll-fac Dora to Laura Hunt, with
her magnificent dark eyes. her rich
creole complexion. and graceful figure;
l smiled to myself % drew forth my
pocket. book, and from its iumost secret
recess produced AN envelope precisely
like his own except its color was pale
blue.
There. l said. placing Laura's pho
tograph by the side of Dora's; we will
sec how they compare together
OF course we could not agree, Frank
insisting upon DorA's cliams to pre-
eminent beauty. while /. wondering at
his stupidity. stood up for Laura. Then
We carefully returned the pictures to
their respective envelopes and left
them on the table, while Frank over
hauled . certain little box In his bureau
full Of 0ages d amour of former lady.
loves. portraits. rings, fans and other
sentimental tribes.
4 used to be puppy enough to fancy
myself in love with these little flirts.
he said laughing. Look at this now
Amy Barton. Why when she gave me
this picture I nearly went crazy with
| Joy, and three weeks after she discard.
Cd me for that BOBBY Burwell, whom
she married. And here's that hesrtless
little-Hello who's there ?
Only me, sir, with the Coffee ans
wered the voice Of Mrs. Strother, his
landlsdy.
And % she entered aud began clear
ing the table, Frank went on discours
ing to me il low voioe about the rest
of his past loves.
You SEQ they are oil over now he
said, for when man 10 really in love,
and about 70 be married. such paltry.
boyish love Affairs only appear redicn-
lous in his eyes. There I'll lock them
oil out Of my sight for the present; and
some day. before I am married. will
meks = grand holocanst Of them. And
now l6rs have . cup Of co6se, and tell
me about your aflhirs, old fellow
Az We turned to the table, / caught
eight of Mrs. Strother hastily returning
. photograph card to my sky-blus en-
velope.
She had actually had the impudenos
to indulge her curiosity by peep at
its contents, while pretending to clear
away tho papers IN making room for
the oofee-trsy.
With . glance OF dignified rsbuke. 1
returned the precious memento to my
pocket book. while she, in some con-
fusion. left the room.
Phil said Frank, seriously. - We
sippsd our coRes.' tde you know I think
you are losing . great deal Of vslus.
bls time. and pssiling your chance Of
suocaas With Mia Laura? She 10 Q
proud. high spirited girl, not one to
fancy . tainted hearted lover, and
though no doubt she rather likes you
now. yet. If you keep on dawdling and
hauaing back in this way. take my
word ior il sho will throw you over be
fore you know It. And there Is Fitz-
roy. you know. bent upon cutting you
out, or I an mistaken
His words sent Q cold chill to my
heart. had for some time been con-
tideut that Laura liked and encouraged
me, and also that had . bold and
persistent rival in this Fitsroy; but
somehow. though time and again
had dstsrmined that another sun shonld
not ct without my proposing to Laura.
had never had the courage 70 do it.
Nov, however. Jealousy and fear Of
losing her I loved. nervsd me. and my
mind was finally made up.
would not retire this night until I
had offered my hand and heart to the
acceptance Of my aiored Lssrs:
She was reading ct the parlor win
dov. half yelled behind lace curtains.