The new North-west. [volume] (Deer Lodge, Mont.) 1869-1897, 1882-06-02
George w. simpsons Proposal.
Chicago Tribune.

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| "Do you dance?"
"No, dropped on myself two seasons
ago." was the response, IN q strong, manly
voice.
| Veronica Mcclure locked up at George W.
Simpson, an expression of wonder and sur
prise in her soft, velvety eyes. Very beau
tiful was this girl, as she stood in the dim,
half-light Of the conservatory, the pearly flesh
and rounded curves of her arms and shoul-
ders seeming more than humanity beautiful,
while the rose-laden air Of the place seemed
only fit to kiss the wine-red lips of so won
derfully fair a maiden.
az am sorry you do not dance, Mr.. Simp-
son." said Veronica, after a momentary
pause, " because it is really the one thing in
which may truthfully lay claim to being
proficient. As you have no doubt discov-
cred before this, am . wretched hand at
conversation, an original idea never seeming
to find birth in this empty head Of mine"
George looked fondly down upon her
bang. al am afraid you are rather inclined
to depreciate your own Abilities" he said,
throwing just shade Of tenderness into the
rich tones of his pure voice. "You play
nicely, and you certainly sing we'll"
"lOnly passably, my dear Mr.. Simpson,"
was the laughing reply; "you really must
not fstter me too much, for am vain
enough already. But, by the way, have you
heard 'Over the Garden WALL yet?"
"No," was the reply in tones that were
tremulous with emotion, &C I never heard the
tune, but have had occasion to 60 over the
wall once or twice."
&C 1t Is . beautiful thing,"' said Veronica.
"There Is weird sadness, and yet joy,
about the music that carries one completely
away. Do you not find It so oftentimes?"
eyes," replied George, cit is pretty darn
weird to get over . wall on dark night and
dive down into an alley that you don't know
nothing about"
"You are just too funny!" exclaimed |
the girl, looking at him steadily. As she |
did so, his eyes met hers, and the rich color |
flooded her cheeks, making them more ra-
disntly beautiful than ever. Turning quick
ly, she stood with sverted face and downcast |
eyes, and for . moment no word was spoken.
Finally George stepped to Veronica's side
and took the little hand that was toying with
. rose into his broad palm. She did lot
start, or seek to withdraw 1t.
fright here 1t might be stated that Chicago
girls are warranted not to shy.1
George held the dimpled prisoner for
moment and then raised 1t to his lips.
"Mr. Simpson," exclaimed the girl, "you
do not seem to know what you are doing.
Remember, sir, that"
"Oh, know all about it," said George.
" know that you are rich and uneducated,
and that you can never hope to soar in the
empyrean heights of literature and knowl-
edge where reside permanently. But, my
love for your fathers check book will over
come all this. appreciate fully the sacri-
flee am making, but you must not seek to
dissuade me-"
"And do you love me so dearly, George P"
the girl asked.
"Certainly, my darling. Without your
love life would be nothing but a four flush
to me. All my happiness is centered in my
love tor you. Can you deliberately cast that
love aside, dsrling?"
For answer she raised her pure, sweet face |
to his, and placed q large three for fifty
cents kiss on his innocent Wabash avenue
lips.