The Columbian. [volume] (Bloomsburg, Pa.) 1866-1910, 1880-03-05
BURG, PA, FRIDAY. MARCH 5. 1880.

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last word TO you is that If my wife does yol
the honor to accept the proposal you made
and if you venture to put slight upon be
you and your fellow soup swillers in tn,
Town Council shall give me the reason WHY
or I'm banked if | don't cut off all YOU
ears and thread them on piece of string
for my dog to play with-therer
This terrible threat was not without it,
effect on Mr. Wheeker, who covered, and
witnessed the gallant officers exit with the
same relief as if he had been snarlinp
bull dog Presently when the coast seemed
quite clear, Mr. Wheeker sailed forth in
quest of his friends, Gabbs and Puttson
but he could not fiud them, so he turned
into the shop Of Jamme, the pastry cook
under the preteXt of taking luncheon, but
really TO comfort himself little in the so.
ciety of Miss Daisy Belfast whose bright
eyes had flashed a summons to him through
the window.
Said Miss Daisy coldly to the Mayor as
she helped hlm to glass of sherry and a
sandwich What's this hear, Mr.. Wheek
el? You think old Mrs Burberry the pretti-
est woman in Mistborough?
Not old Mrs. Burberry; young Mrs. Bull
berry, answered the Mayor naively, fancy
ing there was confusion of persons, but /
don't think her so pretty az you, Miss Bel
fast.
4 judge by acts, not by words, Mr..
Wheeker,' said Daisy with toss of her
comely head And, indeed, if you think
that old Coloners wife pretty, you're no
judge
Mr. Wheeker sighed as he munched his
sandwich, for he did not know how to utter
what he should have liked to say next. But
just at this moment the door opened, and
Gabbs, Puttison, and some of the others of
the Town Council walked in laughing.
Sherry all round, Miss, if you please,
said the CHEEKY voice of Alderman Cabs
What has the Mayor been telling you,
eh p
Mr. Wheeker seems to have lost the use
of his voice. answered Daisy, with a shrug
and a reproachfu look at Mistborough' s
chief magistrate, who, having finished his
first sandwich, was doefully commencing
another.
well, we shall have to speak for him,
them, proceeded Gabbs, with wink that
made the girl blush we are going to elect
you our Queen of Beauty, Miss Daisy
or exclaimed Daisy, turning scarlet this
tipoa A nd ,yb hon =. ba rnyoJ ,a;t 20, h,
Mr. Gabbs?'
Not till three months from now, so
there'll be plenty of time for you and
Wheeker to get talking together about the
bookey.'
And my opinion is that when you pre-.
sent that bookey you had better be in.
troduced to the Princess as Mrs. Wheeker,
opined Puttison.
1T would sound more proper, certainly,
was all that the bashful Mayor could find to
say.
"Ah, you're all making fun of me, sus-
pect" said DAISY; but her hand trembled
Just little as she pourrd out the sherry with
which the gallant Town Councillors pro.
ceeded to drink her health.
One has only to add that it was Mrs.
Wheeker who presented the bouquets, but
Mrs. Burberry not to be outdone presented
another on her own account, got an hours $
talk with the Prince, and obtained his in.
terest on behalf of her husband, who was
soon afterward sent off to the antipodes as a
colonial governor, while his clever wife
stayed at home, Thus pacifed, the Colonel
did not cut off the ears of all the Town
Councillors and thread them on a string,
but he remained un,haken in his opinion
that Mr.. Mayor WheCker was gay dog
much too forward with the sex, and he told
Mrs. Wheeker so at the corporation dinner
where by the way, lie got tipsy.- London
Truth.