The Baltimore County union. [volume] (Towsontown, Md.) 1865-1909, 1885-08-08
TOWSONTOWN Md, SATURDAY, AUGUST 8, 1885
How's man to read with you snoring
Nke a steam engine -

Dick Davenport's soul was simply
overfowing with gratitude, and he was
ready to pour forth the sequel of his re-
cent woe, so he exclaimed, impulsely:
Such luck I've letter from the
young lady. You know
what young lady7'
.Why, the young lady asked to 60
to Booths tonight
Death in the family and begs to be ex-
cused2 You're in clover, Dick
'Ohl no, uncle, it's-but here, you
read it,
With very wry countenance the old
gentleman gingerly took the missive
and read:
Dear Mr.. Davenport: In consequence
of rain, which do not wish to deprive
me of the pleasure of this evenings en-
gagements with you, I write this with
my aunt, Mrs. Bentley, at No - West
ify-third street, and you may call for
11n..here. 1t will save you wet jour
ney to Brooklyn, and will also be much
nicer about getting home.
Don't be offended if say that my
aunt's house is SO very convenient to
horse cars that if you call for me with
carriage l refuse to 60 at all. I hope
you know me well enough to believe
that I mean precisely what say.
Very truly yours,
ANNIE FIELDING.
Jerusalem exclaimed the old gen.
tleman, as the note futtered to the floor.
Dick had been furtively watching the
effect of his dear girls letter upon his
uncle, and when he saw the thoughtful,
softened expression of his countenance,
fondly hoped his relative, in his moment
of weakness, would pull out a twenty
dollar bill and say: Go it my boy;
don't let her wet the soles of her dainty
feet But no such honeyed sweetness
fell upon his ear; nothing but soft,
long drawn whistle issued from the
old mans lips.
'What do you think of her uncle?
asked the young man, with an anxious
smile.
sWhy she must be unusual, Dick
Dick went to work with light heart,
but the old gentleman was busted in
thought all day. He had had a new
revelation of womankind.
By evening the wind had ceased and
only rain fell quietly and steadily. The
young people went to the play most pro-
saically in a horse car, like ordinary
mortals, and enjoyed it not whit the
less.
People will think we are married,
thought Dick, jubilantly, as with Annie
tucked under his arm, he hailed car
for home when Julius Caesar had been
properly stabbed, grated and duly dis
posed of in regulation style.
'How came you to write that note,
Annie?' asked Richard, unconsciously
using her Christian name.
well, to be candid, to take carriage
all the way to Brooklyn and back, or
even right here in the city is terribly
expensive, and I thought it was posi-
bic ynn could not afford it. Not that 1
thought you absolutely hadn't the money
| you know -apologetically.
ooh, of course not?' exclaimed our
hero, with gusto.
'Only,' she continued, Il like things
to be consistent, and besides, l did
want to 60 so badly
'Was that the only reason?' anxious
to keep her talking.
WELL and she smiled merrily, per
haps I wanted to show that I was tfast
colours"
Dick wanted to hug her. She was
adorable. Nothing but his impecu-
mostly restrained him from popping
the question on the spot. But if his
lips were silent his eyes were unquench-
able, and she-well, she was woman,
and consequently this species of COM
munication was quite ineligible to her.
When Richard finally let himself into
his uncle's gloomy, old-fashioned house,
he was surprised to see light burning
in the old gentleman's sitting room.
Thinking he might be i'll, he hastily
mounted the stairs and entered the
room.
His uncle was yawning over book,
and on the table was dusky bottle of
rare old wine that was the pride of his
life and only used on the rarest occa-
sions.
'What on earth are you sitting up for,
uncle?'
For you. What do you mean by
keeping me out of my bed till this
hour?'
The reproaching expression on his
face would have been quite the proper
thing, and thing to be expected in a
wife, but in an uncle it was so supreme
ly absurd that Richard almost doubted
his uncle's sanity.
'Dick,' said the old man solemnly,
this has been devilish long evening,
but I have stuck it out, determined not
to go to bed till we have drank the
brides health.
what bride2' asked Richard, con-
vinced now of his uncle's delirium.
'Why yours roared the old man.
AREN'T you going to marry hera If you
don't shall.
But financially, you know gasped
Dick, 4 am not
'Richard,' said his uncle, pouring
out the wine in two beautiful Venetian
glasses, Il resign the business to you.
Tomorrow I shall retire. l expect to
stop at home to watch the young madam
and keep her out of mischief
The old mans eyes softened and his
thoughts went back generation while
to Dick the golden fluid conjured up
visions of passionate bliss, in which a
pair of blue eyes and golden head
figured extensively. When Annie
Fielding came to be mistress OF the old
house she had two lovers instead of one.
p@The commercial traveller of a
Philadelphia house while in Tennessee
approached stranger as the train was
about to start, and said: care you 60
ing on this tramp 81 am" "Have
YOU any baggage 7'' "No." "Well,