Connecticut western news., 1880-05-05
"Humph P said she. ''Engaged, are

"Humph P said she. Engaged, are you?"
 "Eh?' said MT. Daffodil.
 "Well, you needn't have taken so much pains to tell me of it," sputtered the old lady. "I haven't any designs on you"
 "I assure you, madam
 "You needn't assure me anything, {" said Miss Mixcell, turning her black satin back upon him. "No, Morris, you needn't bring the cake.i don't receive any more calls tonight. The door, Morris"
 And so, Mir. Daffodil found himself once more in the street. @
 "I can't understand it at all, " said he to himself. i ss Who has been spreading imputations about me?
 General MacJones and his handsome wife and three pretty daughters were at home-Lisette, in blue damasse; Corinne, in rose-colored cashmere {; Sophronia, in maize silk. But MT. Daffodl had scarcely shaken hands all around, before General MacJones strutted up to him, with a countenance scarlet with rage. .
 "Young man" said he, " I am at 8 loss to comprehend this re-mark-a-bly strange behavior on your part !''
 "Sir l" said Mir. Daffodil.
 "I hate and despise practical jokes Y roared the general. ...- "Indeed, sir" -...s- -
 "And would have you to know that my daughters, Mr. Dafodil, are no hus- band-hunters p
 "I never, for on instant, supposed, sir"
 "So I will bid you very good eveningp' said the general, holding open the door.
 GA very good-evening!'' echoed Mrs. MacJones, stiffly, while the three daughters elevated their three noses at three different angles, and MT. Daffodl got out of the room he scarcely knew how.
 .Perhaps, said MT. Daffodil, to him. self, 'sI had better go home. My social calls seem to be failure tonight. Either my friends are inclined to be quarrel some, or some one has been gossiping and meddling unwarrantably as to my affairs.
 MT. Daffodl decided to walk home. It was just at the hour when gay crowds are pouring out from under the opera house colonnades, and all the world is coming home from the theatre.
 He met divers and sundry-of- his friends; but, although he saluted them after his usual de6onaire fashion, they looked askance at him, and whispered, and giggled as he passed.
 "What is it?" MT. Daffodil questioned, of himself, in nervous agony.
 He rushed up stairs to his room, where Hugh Rexford was still yawning over the last edition of the evening paper.
 "Rexford," said he, twill you just look at me ?"
 Certainly" aid Rexford, indulging in good long I;,.are.
 "Have you done SOP"
 "f have" ...
 "Then perhaps you will be good enough to tell me if there is anything unusual in my appearance.
 "Well-yes-I think there is."
 "Where ?"
 con your back, edged in behind the button of your coat"
 "What is it P demanded Mr. Daffodil, twisting himself halfway around to obtain view of his spinal column. "A card A ticket Rexford, for goodness sake, what is it? ?"
 GA white slip of paper, bearing the word Engaged, in fat, black letters"
 Dafodl turned pale.
 "As true as the world, said he. "Tve carried off one of the labels of the engaged seats at Mrs. Petherel's morning concert, without knowing it. don't wonder the girls laughed, don't wonder that the old gentlemen drowned and old Miss Mixcell snarled. Now know what the allusions to Heap year, and all that sort of thing, meant. I've made frst-class fool of myself-that's all p
 Hugh Rexford smiled to himself. The self-suffciency with which Mir. Daffodi had gone smirlzing out, the tribulatio1 with which he came in, were curiorl. contrast.
 "Im almost sorry now that I didn' tell him of 1t when he went out, though Rexford; but he said nothing.
 The ticket Engaged" was blazing III in red flames on the grate, but it hat done mischief enough already.
 MT. Daffodil's calls had been anything but success