The Indiana State sentinel. [volume] (Indianapolis) 1868-1895, 1879-06-11
An Excited Lover.
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A beautiful young girl on the South Side
is engaged to be married to a most eligible
young man, and the wedding will take place
next week, with positively no postponement
on account OF the weather. They have been
engaged, after fashion, for years back, dur
ing which the young girls heart has fire.
quently been made sick by her frequently
deferred hope of his coming to time. He has
always had some excuse to oHer about
political uncertainty, or the unsettled nature
of business, or the death of his aunt Mary
Anne, after whom he was called Peter; and
though to her weak, blind female intellect
they have seemed, as ii were, thin, he has
assured her that they were, as Hamlet says,
of great pith and moment. On Wednesday
last he called upon her and finding the door
open walked softly in to surprise
her. She rose to greet him with some con-
fusion, hastily sitting down behind the chair
on which she had been sitting small white
bowl, which during her stay she endeavored
carefully to conceal from his notice. He
also observed that she was agitated and
abent-minded, and the fact increased his
suspicious well-nish to a certainty. The
house dog-an athletic but misanthropic
animal, which of late has given some signs
of hydrophobia-was sleeping across the
door, and there were mosquito bars across
the windows, and the lover found his retreat
cut off on every side, and he gasped to the
young lady, Miranda, what's in that bowi?'
The young lady turned pale. and stammered
guiltily, ''N-nothing" Then Miranda"
he exclaimed. falling on his knees before
her, Il love you, am prepared to marry you
Ito marry you right eff, il you have
clergyman on Ice in the adjoining apartment
and license in your pocket Why should
We longer delay being happy? We grow old
and do fade a leaf-that Is, do, for YOU
on the contrary, grow more beautiful day by
day-and we should grasp the pleasure that's
flying. My dearest, dearest girl, do name
the day, and l will waive the customary
three days of grace to which, under COM
mercial law l am entitled" And SO he
poured out his soul in rapt adoring words
tn her surprise, for he had been rather cool
than otherwise at their last interview and
in less than no time it was settled that the
wedding should take place next week. This
being settled, the young man said yet again,
Miranda, what's in that bowl?'' and she
SAID. "NothiDg-I wouldn't have you know
for worlds" and breaking from his
knee dashed oyer to the window,
caught it up, and dashed out of the
room with it, tina lover meanwhile
bounding over the sofa in an agitated man
ner, and putting cushion before his face.
He was unable to account. This conduct
seemed strange to the young woman, and
thinking that perhaps there was madness in
the family, she was half resolved not to
marry him; but on mature deliberatlon she
resolved to chance it anyhow. And that
lover went home fairly shuddering with
happiness, and firmly believing that the
mysterious bowl was filled with vitriol
which she intended to throw over him if he
didn't come to time, whereas it only con
tanned some inoffensive pork and beans,
which neigh5or, proud OF her cooking, had
sent In for her to taste. She would rather
have died than have her husband that was
to be suspect for a moment that she could
fare on such frightfully prosaic food. All's
well that ends well.