Washington standard. [volume] (Olympia, Wash. Territory) 1860-1921, 1880-04-16
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would give nervous witch. Her face
was flushed and betrayed some hidden
wish. In the morning she had been
CHEEKY and gay, but the smile dimin-
ished and faded like tiny violet a.
the hours rolled on, until, as the sun
faded down behind the western g able
of the West Baltimore roller-skatiny
rink, the sweetness of the smile turned
from early Strawberries and cream to
last summers cucumber pickles. She
was cross and irritable, and it was q
good thing that il was Lent, for not one
morsel passed those parched, dry lips
The God of love-" but not of reason,
started out yesterday, for it was his hol
iday. Sweetly clad in epidermi
| washed to the consistency of SNOW,
| with tiny bow and arrow made after
the model Of the Hartford archers-
dangling over his flesh colored tunic,
this naughty little boy felt like a morn.
ing star. His letter-bag, crammed to
its utmost. swung lightly over his
shout Ter more lightly than the aver
age letter-cArrier' Cdpils letters were
tally" pulled until 1t was too thin al
most even to claim the name of tatfy,"
except that every one who was fortu.
nate enough to receive Il missile from
his bow, said: lit was too sweet for
anything"
All save the unfortunate spoken Of as
"she" in the beginning. Why she
was unhappy was thusll: 1t was leap
year; she loved madiy, but too well!
"Claude, Claude, why hast thou for
saken me ? was the mad raving of that
turbulent brain, whose exterior has
been described. Nj .rgarita II .becca
had saved from the joyful Christm, ~
tide until the festive tissue and tinsel
paper season all her pin money. Claude
was backward IN the declaration of
love. Slowly as the wheels OF time
turned III their crank of hours, on De-
cemOer 81, NJ ,rgarita II ,becca Eat walt
ing until January, 1880, would throw
Oft the bonds that bound her rs fe-
! III .ie, aud make her ire, to ask the hand
of any one. 1t was .eap year; Marga-
rita IL. was man III loves word.
| THUS 1t Was that she saved her money
10 pop the quesiio. in this delicate val
entlne way to her Claude. Any one
who has visited the stationery stores III
this city lately cannot hel p but remem
ber u young, fresh aud pretty female,
Just nineteen, wearing a love Of bon.
net, Buttercup dress, tiny kid gloves,
ami the rest Of feminine fixtures, who
eagerly scanned the valentines upon
the counter. Ate, rather tlan read the
| liues within. The feverish anxiety to
select one, and tic one could not help
but be noticed. She would stay for u
while and then dart Off. Iuquiry of
the storekceper would bring forth the
reply that that was Miss Margarita
ltebecca -" q love-sick maiden,
searching like the Democratic party.
for a candidate to carry their last hope
to victory. 1t is needless to say she,
like the party, could not find one, at
least to win. AZ the sequel shows. It
was last Friday that the american man
was in Guggenheimer Il Wells, and
| Margarita rushed in. Poor thingl She
WAS warning to all COMMISSIONING,
but ambitious to marry, AMI VINO iu-
! tend to take the opportunity offered by
leap year. Read t!sis and learn. Mar
garita WAS worn out. In desperation
she picked up u $50 valentine and read !:
"Few words have spoken
Ny dearest to you,
Yet send you token
Of fond love uubroken;
For constant aud true
| Is the heart which now offers
Its homage anew.
And 80 on through ten verses, ending
with an unmistaken declaration of love
and marriage. The price was paid, and
Margarita Il. departed happy. Cupid
| Il l.: E,xy NrIu ,,.l lagk
door in Baltimore where lives q
timid, but sensible young man. The
morning mail time had passed. Mar
garita received no letter, valentine or
foreign postal card. Noon mail passed !;
same result. Afternoon mail; similar.
Here it WAS that Busey took her photo
graph, reproduced above. Night mail
likewise. Marsarita nearly tainted
when her sister received beauty and
she none. Such is life. Tired, worn
out and Disguised. Margarita II. was
about ready to die. What had she to
live for? Nine O'Clock, and the front
door bell rang. "Sit still, my heart,
sit STILL" were the faltering words that
fell from her parching lips as she in
wardly digested: I'VE are all right
up to the present time" SO it seemed,
for the waiter brought unto her an en-
velope-all pretty endorsement and Gu
pids and doves. With trembling lin
gers and faltering movements the seal
Was broken-the paper withdrawn.
Sad, sad! for there arose from that
bosom cry much like wall. Restor-
atives we're applied. and she is doing as
we'll as tender leap-year wall-hower
nipped in the bud can be expected to
do. In the remote recesses of o wide,
old fashioned fireplace there still Turk,
or rather did Turk, the ashes OF one
cremated love missive. A travelling
magician, whose address can be OBJ
tanned by applying at this Office, has
put together the tiny ashes of once
fair one-cent chrome. 1t is thus de-
scribed:
"a maiden fair to see
With teeth of fal-ity,
| A neck of blu-hiug beauty,
With hair OF golden hue,
A face just tit for two,
A dr., ss for m-uiAis duty"
-BIfmore american.