The Warner weekly sun. (Warner, Brown Co., Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1885, 1884-06-20
AT THE TELEPHONE.

the world, and jumped ON the horse car
en- route for my Office.
Some months had passed since / saw
my Agnes for the first time at dinner at
Peytons. | had frequently met Miss
George Peyton in society, and had
been several times invited to her recep-
tions, so l was not surprised to receive
one day an invitation to dine with her
informally" to meet q young lady
from Aiken, S. G. OF course Ipresent-
ed myself at this informal dinner in
full evening dress, where I met some
other gentlemen in similar attire-Clark-
son was one of them-and a few young
ladies, and was introduced to my Agnes.
If | could only make you see her as
she appeared to me hatnight-so fresh
and blooming; the blue of her clear
peaceful eyes; the delicious curve of the
delicate lips! But enough that then
and there l yielded, and became her ar
dent adorer.
From the first she distinguished me
with her favor. Twas allowed to claim
the best dances; they were always my
flowers that she carried, and finally,
for she returned to Aiken, I was her
accepted lover!
The year had flown swiftly, and now
a brilliant prospect seemed to open be-
fore me. My firm were about to estab-
lish a branch department in another
part of the city, and proposed to make
one of their clerks a Junior partner and
manager of the new concern. 1 had
been the longest in the employ, and had
reason to think | was regarded with
favor by "Old Gruff'-as Mr. GrufAand,
the senior partner, was called-and he
would be the n to make the promo
ton and settle the question of salary.
Indeed, for some weeks / had seen
that he was working the management
into my hands, sol felt justified in writ
ing to Agnes, urging our immediate
union. The dear girl consented, and
In her letter received that morning she
told me she was coming again, to mako
a long visit at the Peytons, to do some
shopping" Enhancing words!
Well. she came. There was a de-
mure but delightful meeting at the sta
ton, and al sehantingg 90 minutes,
until / delivered her to Miss Georges
arms at the Peyton's door.
Then followed days of devotion to
work, followed by evenings of unal-
Logged bliss. Isay 'unalloyed" but there
was one drawback. The Peyton fam
lily were very considevate, Miss George
especially so, but my darling Agnes was
haunted with the fear that they would
think her visit to them was only
to enjoy my society, and was con
stantly suggesting that we should
join the family in the sitting room"
Old Mrs Peyton was a bore, but a mild
one-paterfamilias an imitigated one;
Miss George was benignant, but slight
ly tiresome. There was only one other
member of the family, q pretty little
fellow named RaIph, but the girls had
taken to calling him Raphael, from some
fancied resemblance to n of the Sis
tine cherubs. He seemed a quiet little
chap, with a sweet innocence of express
ion and demeanor, who posed a good
deal of the time with his cheek on his
hand after the manner Of the cherub
aforesaid.
Agnes had been in the city q few
weeks when, one morning, the tele-
phone bell in orr Office rang sharply.
This was Of frequent occurrence and
Clarkson's desk wns stationed near it to
save time in answering the call. The
rest Of us scarcely looked up as the IA
miliar aHullop was shouted, or the
concluding HAlI right I'll tell Mr..
Grufland. Good byi" But this morn
inc Clarkson turned to me with 1This
Il for you, Dixon" Accordingly /
shouted aHullol" and in return heard
Miss Georges voice:
as that you Mr.. Dixon? Agnes Is
here and wants to try TO speak to you"
Then ] heard her giving directions
AStand a little nearer; press this close
to your ear-so.
Good morning." I called.
In return / heard q giggle, and my
Agnes voice exclaiming; "Oh, OIL AZ
tickles my earl" Then more directions
from Miss Peyton, and at last the sweet
est voice in the world began in as near
" as might be o s~tentorian roar
AIs that really you, Harry? Isn't
this PERFECTLY sweet2 Are you sure
they cant hear in the Office, Georgie?"
well from George, II should say
they certainly could, II you shout like
that"
Harry in d half whisper, If you
are sur it's You, and that no n else
car hear. / want to tell you something
Do Won remember that queer Miss Blake
in Allen? DO You hear me, Harry
Eyes, / returned:
Then another little giggle. "isn't 10