Semi-weekly interior journal., 1882-12-29
WY She Accepted MIN "A New fears
Sketch

WY She Accepted MIN "A New Tears
Sketch.
IL was the last evening OF the DYING
year, and the beautiful Sophronia
Snggs walked slowly back and forth
before her plate-glass, gilt-framed
mirror, in the elegant drawing-room
OF he sumptuous home on Harrison nv
euue. Sophrouia Suggs, like the year,
was dying-dying to know who and
how many Of her admirers would call
to gaze upon her loveliuess, heighten.
ed rs IL was by all that her papa .
wealth could afford, aud that the cos.
tuners. the hair-dressers and the
painters art could give.
Hark What is thalY II is the bell.
II is the ring Of Henry Hawkeswor.
thy. Sopbronis knew 1t we'll. Hen
ry Hawkesworthy thought to pull on.
ly the inert matter vulgarly call
cd a bell, but he did more; he
pulled ut Sophronia Sugg's heart.
strings.
Therefore Sophronia gazed into her
mirror 10 see that her Montagues, wa
ter-waves, fnzzes, ct al. we're in be.
coming order. Then she sat herself
down beside tht ormolu center-table,
aud was at once absorbed ia the thrill.
ing pages Of Huxley.
Ii was impossible to guess how long
Henry Hawkesworthy might have
stood gazing at the lovely Sophronia,
all unconscious of his presence, had it
not so chanoed that Henry, who was
suffering from acute catarrh, suddenly
sneezed sneeze that might have
awakened n thoroughly mstured mum
nv.
Sophronia looked up and smiled.
Henry had smiled before he came in.
"Prithee." spake the fair dsmsel,
"why comest thou hither. brave gen.
tlemanl Methinks thou art too lavish |
Of thy company. Il was but yester-
night, or mistake, that thou vert in
this selfsame apartment.
Exclaimed Henry, interrupting:
Fair maiden, it is indeed as thou
sayest. But know the reason thereof.
| am in love.
"With whomY"
"Canst ask itY"
"Didst not hear me?" l
81 didst."
At this Henry knelt himself at the
loot Of the fair damsel. first taking the
precaution - spread his pocket hand
kerchief on the carpet, that he might
not soil his neither integuments.
81 am thine to command" he re
marked, after he had got himself into
proper position for the tableau.
"Thou loysi me not, said Sophronia.
"By my troih. fair lady, but | dost,"
argued Henry. "Putme to the proof,
i thou doubtest."
That will /, and at once" replied
"Hearken, sir; this is the
leath-day of spent year. How wilt
hou make thyself worthy ofone whose
,apa holds a seat in the Common
Jouncil."
81 will drink no morel"
"Ilave a care, sir. y
"Nay, but swear it, !
"'Tis enough Begonel Thou hast !
pronounced thine own dismissall"
And Sophronia was gonel gonel
,onel
"By my halidaml' cried Henry, q
Using aud shaking the dust from his /
handkerchief, "here's gol" Q
Then he walked hastily out of the I
Dom, out of the hallway, out of the I
ront door, out into the night
Then Sophronia came back into the
Dom again aud was again immersed v
a Huxley, when another ring at the b
oor-bell aroused her in time to see I
ames Shorijohn by her side. 4
"Thou art come to tell me thou low 4
st mel" she said, anticipating him.
"Thou sayest truly james replied. o
"How mayst know thou speakest a
rom thine hearIS' queried Sophronia. !,
"By this, answered james. at {
the last day OF the year. To-mor
ow's morn finds me a slave TO tobacco
O more. | chew no more forever. l
ave sworn IT," :
"Hal hal laughed SophroDia. Thou
ouble-pated kuave. Thou comest :
, mock me; but hencel Let Harris
nian Avenue be forever freed from
ly pOlluting presence" 81