Staunton vindicator. [volume] (Staunton, Va.) 1860-1896, 1884-05-23
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TRUE STORY OF SELF ANNEXATION OF
MISS BERYL McCLOSKY, OF CHICAGO.
''Do you really love me, Beryl ?"
A pair Of soft, lustrous eyes looked up
verne, and over The sweet, girlish face
swept wave of pallor, quickly followed
by a sunny smile as she saw by the ex-
preston of Harold's face that his question
had not been asked in seriousness.
How you frightened me,' she said,
Nesting close beside him in the confding
trustful way that is SO characteristic Of
woman when she is about to lay pipe for a
new bonnet. IF you had been in earnest,
Harold, believe your words would have
broken my heart" and stepping to
the other side of the conservatory, into
which they had wandered after the last
waltz, she gazed steadfastly out into the
deepening gloom OF November night.
Poor little birdling," said Harold to
himself, show madly she loves me. My
words, even though spoken in jest, have
affected her strangely and she steals away
for an instant to conceal the tears that
cannot be restrained"
Harold had never been arrested for
knowing too much. He was young man
of singuarly pure life and tight pants land
never once had there swept across the I'M
fected horizon of his lawn tennis and
cigarette existence the cold, stolid fact
after whirling in the dreamy measures Of
a waltz even the best of woman love to
steal away and stand unostentatiouly on
the side of their feet in order that their
corns may throb untrammelled in all the
buoyant gladness of temporarily -remov-
cd slipper.
II know you love me, darling," he said.
drawing her close to his sky-blue suspen-
der and bending tenderly above the coro
nal of golden hair that her father had
agreed to pay for the first of the month.
Il know it full we'll, and it was wrong of
me-very wrong-tO cause you pain. Am
forgiven 7"
For answer she twined her white, CLEAN
ing arms about his neck, and, as he stood
there, willing prisoner in these dimpled
letters of love, she kissed him IN the low.
-verberating fashion she bad learned
at Vassar.
"Yes,'' she said, II do, indeed, love
you, and when we are married will prove
that love by test whose potency cannot
be denied even by those who scott at we'd
ded bliss. You will know then that my
love for you is not the ephemeral passion
of day, but deep enduring current that
flows on and on forever
"What is this test?' he asks.
If shall.' she replies, never try t.
make biscuit. % Chicago Tribune.
"Who is that man applauding so vocif-
erously near the front?" asked friend Of
theatrical manager on the first produc-
ton of a play in, an uptown theatre
"That long-haired man with light col
ored coat?" "Yes.'' "He-he's the au-
thor of the play.''
A New York man was married in the
NOR ming was a maniac before night. OF
course 1t is a shame to print this news
during leap year, but instances are known
where men have been saved heap of
trouble by being notified in time.
An Illinois lady is said to have collect
ed string of buttons twenty-four feet
long. This accounts for so many men in
that State with their suspenders attached
to their pants with single nail.
A new poetess from the West remarks |
"If love you give, ne more I'll ask. +" Ii
would be pleasant to believe you, dear.
But the Easter bonnet trade is to 60 on
this year just the same as ever.
my FRIEND" remarked temperance
worker to a man who had once more be-
gan to imbibe, II am sorry to hear that
you have broken the pledge" SO never
mind" was the cheerful reply. II can
sign another just as good.'
sJudge, I desire to be excused from jury
Service" "Why ?" asked the court. "Be-
cause I can only hear with one ear
"Oh, you'll do" said the judge; ''we only.
hear one side of case at time."
A new paper in New York is called |
The Man. It must be funny to stand on |
Q street corner and see the ladies quicker |
ing their sweet lips and trying to whistle
to newsboys.
A busy domestic scene: Girl in the |
parlor putting down carpets. mother |
in the kitchen putting down peaches,
aad little boy in the pantry putting down
jam.
"Does mans choler raise when he |
can't adjust his necktie?" asked the pres
ident of the Punsters' Club. "Shirtaint
Ly," said the secretary. And tho silence
was so profound that you could have
heard windfall.
Housewifery.- Butcher-'For dinner
Yes. Ma'am. Nice quarter of lamb, Ma
am" Mrs. Turtledove Ia bride Of two
but there are only two of
us. Don't you think an eighth would do |
rs well p
A neiehboring paper, reporting re-
cent social, says: "The opening piece
Was rendered by mule quartet" The
reporter wrote it ''male quartet" but the
knew better.
A man named Limburger has turned up
it Rochester, N. Y, who claims that be
hasn't scent to his name.