Essex County herald. [volume] (Guildhall, Vt.) 1873-1964, 1879-08-22

"You must not look at me in that
way, Mr.. Rand. Really you must not
it seems too much like flirting, and l
never firt. Then Just think how poor
Gwen would feel ifshe saw your
| hope | may have been pardoned for
all of the internal invectives which |
heaped upon the name of Gwendoline as
Miss Dunscombe spoke it.
eff 1 remember Alright" said l, some
what sarcastically, you remarked a
moment ago that Miss Gwendoline re-
garded me with feelings of utter detesta-
tion. l fail to perceive how, entertain
ing such sentiments, she could become
to any great extent a prey to the green
eyed monster
"Ah! you talk so foolishly," replied
Miss Dunscombe; "as if woman could
not be jealous of man she hated"
l was sensible OF discrepancies in Miss
Dunscombe's argument, but did not feel
disposed to haggle over them,
/ think | was little astonished Just
about this time to find that, although
eminently angelic, my companion was
subject to earthly ills. Miss Dunscombe,
l discovered, was troubled with a cold,
and occasionally used handkerchief.
In putting this useful article of domestic
economy into her pocket it fell to the
floor. Both of us dived for it, anC, by
peculiar dispensation of Providence, in
stead of clutching the handkerchief |
caught a pretty little hand, which had
been swifter than mine in recovering its
owners property.
This incident appeared quite unim-
portant at the time, but there were two
phases to it which impressed me after
ward. First, the promptitude with
which Miss Dunscombe stopped to a
task mine by all precedent in etiquette,
second, the discovery that on one corner
of the diminutive handkerchief was in
scribed, in delicate embroidery, the
name "Gwendoline."
Miss Dunscombe probably noticed my
surprise at this little discovery, for she
volunteered an explanation.
Il declare, one of Gwen's! How she
will bless me! I'm always running
away with her handkerchiefs.
Being at a loss for proper reply, l
responded, sagely:
"Ah, indeedp"
Eyes; l should scold you for squeez-
ing my hand, | suppose, but l will for
give you this time; boys will be boys,
you know"
And little girls" said I, wrathfully,
twill be little girls"
Yes; is it not queer?" said Miss
Dunscombe, artlessly. "And, oh, gra-
cious! | want to know what you think
of Gwendoline. I suppose, after seeing
me, you are desperately in love with
her.
1t may be well to state, just here, that,
being young and tolerably foolish, had
already fallen desperately in love with
the angel at my side, and my reply to
her last query was accordingly tempered
by fervor productive of the most fla
grant indiscretion.
My dear Miss Dunscombe. said I,
trembling with emotion, limp with love,
"you may think it heartless; but with
out reciprocating your sisters hatred /
feel sure thot I shall novor bo able to
love her, much less tomarry her, for my
heart is already engaged"
Engaged" exclaimed the angel;
"engaged, and to whom?"
"That question:" | replied, with a
ridiculous ogle, 81 hope to answer at
some future time. But rest assured that
shall never willingly marry Gwendo-
line Dunscombe."
Concluding this very foolish speech
with look of ardent admiration in the
direction of my companion, / was horri-
fed to observe glow of mingled pertur.
baton and merriment light up her coun-
tenance.
Future brother-in-law, she cried
between bursts of ringing laughter
sit is useless to disguise the fact any
longcr-you are in love with me. Oh
you wicked, wicked, susceptible man
What will Gwen doP"
q presume, from information given
me by you, that she may survive it,"
jerked out, rather family.
"Oh, but it is too shocking for any,
thing, you know You wicked, de.
PRAYED man, sit further from me-really
you must, now-we are coming to tltn.
mel, and how do | know but you-you
Smight steal a kissp"
AS she spoke we dashed into tunnel
have never been able to say whether OF
not anything extraordinary happened ir
that tunnel-it was dark, and | per.
ceived nothing.
dropped her handkerchief, and botf
STOPPING simultaneously to recover it
our heads approximated for moment
| llOW CNtl, VIZ DtiU llotOul COll
sequence. Also, as we issued from thu
tenebrous atmosphere into broad day
light, the angel appeared little flus
tered, and remarked:
you're horrible, horrible manm
The angel had but time enough to re
gain her customary repose of manner er,
our journey came to an end, and the iron
horse painted wearily into the station a.
B., and rested
a portly, gray-haired gentleman wa
waiting on the flags as the angel, pre-
ceding me, stepped from the train. HI
embraced her with much fervor, say
ing:
"God bless my soul, Gwen! you ar
looking nervous. How do you feel, m,
dearP By-the-way, we expected Ran(
; by this train. Bless my soul this is th
man. What a-what a-coincidence! !!
With which exclamation the old gen
lehman stared at me very hard.
81 recognize you," he said, from
your likeness to your uncle, nv oil,
chum, Melancthon Rand. This is m,
daughter Gwendoline, my only child.
| looked at the angel. She blushe,
scarlet. was bewildered.
AS we walked together to the carriag
waiting to bear us to Dunscombe Hal
! ] asked:
"And how about the-your twin sis
ter, Miss DunscombeW
"Oh, you dear, foolish boy" said she
"can't YOU see we are Siamese twins
i. only more incorporatep
, "Great heavens!' thought /, "and
: have sworn TO her face never to MARI
! herw
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A lady who lays some claim to hay
! ing studied human nature in its mascr
!, line development says that the ma
who is of sufficiently calculating min
! to ask his sweetheart before marriag
how many wards IL takes for q silk drnsl