The Osceola times., 1883-03-10
HER CONFESSION.

A Church Choir Scandal Romance sIned
and Settled.
at is really most delicate thing that
l come TO see you about" she futtered,
and as the managing editor placed q
chair for her he looked grave, for the
bushes chased each other over the pref
tiest face he had seen for many day.
whats his name? ?" asked the manag-
ing editor.
"sirl" faltered the beauty, turning a
puzzled pair of bewildering blue eyes full
upon him. "How-how did you know ?
What made you ask me that question:"
"And suppose you have set the figure
at $4,000" continued the managing ed
itor smiling covertly at his superior ga
gacity.
ado you measure my precious soul by
paltry money bags and filthy checks ?"
she demanded with flashing glance, and
bushes that chased each other faster
than ever.
81 don't" replied the managing editor,
"but she jury will. | would if were a
juror" and he smiled again, this time in
admiration of the delicacy of his compli-
ment
81 don't think you quite understand
me-" sighed the fair visitor. Il am in
great trouble and have come for advice.
There is a young man -" and here she
broke down entirely, and sobbed long
and bitterly.
"Is there any way can brace you up?"
inquired the managing editor rubbing
his nose with a corkscrcw as gentle
hint in the direction of his resources.
"No, thanks" she demonstrated, recov-
ering herself with an effort. "You are
very kind. don't think you can do
anything for me at all. Is your religious
editor in? He will be more apt to un.
derstand the nature of my trouble than
you will"
shouldn't WONDER" retortcd the man.
aging editor, dryly, Here he is" and he
pointed out the man who does the truly
pious for the paper.
"What is it?" asked the religious edit
or. sharply. Fellow in the Bible class,
librarian, tenor in the choir-any of
them ?"
"Y-ycs," she stammercd; "it's the
tenor. We were converted at the same
time, and now we are afraid"
"Infernal rascal" growled the manag-
ing editor, wipingaway tear; Just let us
write him up"
WELL" continued the religious editor,
still more sharply, "what about him? Is
the librarian getting Jealous? Class lead
cr threatening to tell your mother? Any
thing of that Kind ?n
"lf he does III write an editorial on
him myself" nnuttcred the managing ed
itor chivalrously. iaa'~ q 8 ''''-t-'lI q
Not exactly that smiled the sufferer
through her tears. "You see-oh! how
can. tell you?" and she broke down
again. ,.. -.,,,.. .,
"want him clubbed?" demanded the
managing editor. brandishinga a bottle.
Not for world" "shcexclaimcd, throw
ing herself before him as If to protect
some one in danger. g tiit2 p
"Let her alone" snorted the religious
editor; "shc's all right. Now go on. You
left off by both being converted togeth-
er. What comes next2 Is he after the
soprano?'
''She thinks he Is, and there is where
my trouble is You see, she isn't chris
tian, only a singer, you know, and she
can dance with him at parties. Now,
what want to know isis whether il
would be wicked for me to dance, too,
until can cut her out Please tell me-"
and her eyes were sufiused with tears of
anxious inquiry.
Certainly not p growled the religious
editor, who didn't seem in the least
phazcd by the question.
"W-w-what? 2" demanded the manaeing
editor, his lower jaw dropping. ''Is that
all?"
"Why, certainly" responded the lady,
isn't that enough2 What did you sup
pose was the matter? The whole church
was against me, and when ] said l would
leave tito you, the superintendent bet
the tenor five dollars ycu would decide
against me-"
That's about the way with them all"
explained the religious editor, as the
gratified girl took her departure, and the
two editors stood gazing at each other,
you'd think they were in all sorts of
scrapcs until you come to question them,
and then you find out that it is only some
little point in religious etiquette that any
body could decide. BY the way, Whist
did you suppose the matter was % ~
Nothing" replied the managing edit
or. 81 didn't know but what she had
lost some money on q dog fight, Or some
thing OF that kind" and the managing
editor went back to his work with sigh
while the religious editor surreptitiously
abstracted the corkscrew, and winked at
himself with prodigious wink.
What astonishes me-" remarked Mrs.
Mann, "is how. Colonel Dreadnaught
manages TO keep out OF the State prison {,
"The probability is" replied Blunt, that
it is feared he might corrupt the conyicts,
and 50 they let him go at large."-Boston
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