The Newberry herald. [volume] (Newberry, S.C.) 1865-1884, 1880-11-24

he looked upon her, lis an uhnaI-
urally and disagreeaoly tall wo-
man) attired in short, ill-ftting
dress, and wearing, upon q coun-
! tenance full of broad blown come
! Illness, red and white, about the
most thorough from ear to ear
sort Of smile that Upjohn ever re-
mem bered having seen, entered
the room.
How dye do?' said the gigan-
tic virgin, accompanying her sal
utation with a boisterous laugh.
You're Mr.. Upjohn, of course?
Well: l don't like your looks a
bit. How do you like mine?'
'I-l-think there must be some
! mistake,' be answered, in amaze
ment. i understood Miss Julia
! EversOn was To-
! well, am Julia Everson.'
Impossible! !
perhaps you mean l disappoint
you,' she cried out in a loud,
coarse tone. 4 dare say you're
a good enough kind Of a fellow,
but then you're decidedly not the
fellow for me. Saw that the IN
stant clapped eyes on you. Pm
the sort Of a girl that likes
plucky sporting men with lots of
go in them, and a general air Of
being up to snuff You're not
that sort Of a chap
No : exclaimed Upjohn, with a
pale embarrassed countenance-:
mo, Miss Julia, | am not the type
of manhood you admire. Isis
your father in? Can see him
for few moments
Our girl told you he was asleep,
didn't she?' was her Indifferent
answer. Besides, as you have
come to stay several days, and
have brought your portman teau,
any time will do | suppose, at
which TO hold your confab with
pa
Upjohn, stifening visibly in
manner abruptly answered:
Since l cannot see yonr father
it is better that l should at once
take my deparlure.'
And why so Georgy p
'Georgy Gould he believe his
own ears? Was this vixenIsh
overgrown female the Julia Ever
sor whom he had worshipped in
dreams as his future wife ? He
would rather die than become the
husband of so hideousl7 ogreish
a creature.
L have no reason to give for
leaving so abruptly he said, in
sharp, cold tones.
Julia made some odd sound be-
tween giggle and a chuckle, and
as be was about to retire, she
said:
'Oh, you don't like fun, dye?
Have cigar won't you?'
'Hea7ens! exclaimed the be-
wiIdered Upjohn, stumbling back
ward in astonishment, you cant
possibly mean that you smoke !?
Certainly l do,' was the reply,
Miss Everson biting the end Of a
very nice looking Figaro as she
spoke.
Mr.. Upjohn walked deliberately
forward and took his portman-
teau, and having bowed, was
about quitting the apartment,w when
Julia exclaimed:
L hope haven't offended you.
Pail be frightfully mad when be
hears you've gone in this style.
He'll be sure to blame me, 600. |
wish you'd leave him little note,
explaining thatyou 60 of-ot your
| OWE free will, as it were
4 shall be very willing, Miss
Everson,' he said, TO leave a note
for your father. What is il you
desire me to write? p taking card
case and pencil from one Of his
pockets.
Only that you don't think we
suit each other we'll enough to get
married. Please don't say any
thing about smoking, because pa
| don't know / smoke, and
Upjohn delayed no longer, but
wrote the following on a card and
handed it to Miss Everson as a
messsge to her father:
'SIR:-I desire to have the
agreement broken concerning my
future marriage with your daugh-
ter. | have held an interview
with her, and l confess to being