Martinsburg herald. [volume] (Martinsburg, W. Va.) 1881-1920, 1885-12-19
MARTINsBURG, w. VA, SATURDAY., DEG. 19, 1885.

Die therefore entered the pafiOr
with her brightest smile, looking
more bewitching than ever, conse-
quently increasing our poor hero's
agitation.
"Good afternoon, Mr.. Champion y
she said, pleasantly, as she held out
her hand.
"Good afternoon, my-you-that
Miss May" stammered u hero,
feeling his trepidation return ten
fold; and he rose and took her hand,
knocking over a chair in his con.
fusion!
The act was such a ludicrous one
that Miss May could hardly keep
from laughing; but for fear Of wound
ing Mr.. Champions feelings, she
restrained herself: and when the
unfortunate chair had been restored
to it's perpendicular, aud Mr. Cramp-
ton had sunk, somewhat exhausted,
on a sofa, she seated herself on a
chair near him.
ave are having fine weather, Mr..
Champion, are we not ~ she re-
marked, pleasantly.
Yes -no-that is, I think-yes,
it isw faltered our poor hero; then
with a desperate feeling that he
must come to the point at once, if
ever, he continued
Miss May, | come to see, if"
"Well, Mr.. Champion, what 7"
asked Phebe, With a roguish sparkle
in her eye.
aYes-yes-vesy fine weather.
indeed it is" exclaimed Mr.. Cramp-
ton, with something of the feeling
Of a man who had a narrow escape
from drowning!
A short silence ensued, and again
Mr.. Champion mustered up courage
and began:
"Miss Phebe will you-o
81 will be happy to oblige you in
any way" replied Phebe, sweetly,
after in vain waiting for him to con-
tinue.
" was about to remark that
that-the ball the other night was
a very fine one," was the provoking
answer; then again Miss Phebe-"
and then again a dead stop.
"This will never do" resolved
Miss Phebe, mentally, "here this
poor, dear man, is actually killing
himself with trying to come to the
point, and as it is too much for him,
l shall have to do it myself,'' so lay.
ing her hand on his, while he was
staring abstractedly out of the win
dow, she said in a most ludicrous
woebegone tone:
"Mr. Champion, do you expect
me to do all the counting
Mr.. Champion was dreadfnlly con-
fused.
ell beg pardon-I didn't mean
=" he began.
eyes, you did y interrupted Miss
Phebe, with her most roguish smile ;
then, drawing a little closer to him,
she continued:
"The matter stands just this way,
MI. Champion ! you love me-and
Il love you! so then, what's the
use OF making such a terrible time
over it 2"
"You love me ~ cried Mr.. Cramp-
ton, ecstatically, and he caught her
close to him; and thereupon com.
menced a most interesting perform.
ance, resembling most the concus-
sion Of two pairs of lips!
"And now isis it all over 2"
asked MI. Champion, after a short
silence, as he wiped the preparation
from his brow.
"Not quite,". laughed Phebe, as
she extricated herself from bis EN-.
embrace ;"you haven't asked me to
have you YETI
Sand, oh, my dearest Phebe, you
won't refuse y cried our hero, pa.
thetically.
"I1l take the matter into consid.
GRAFTON +" was the merry reply, as
which she was caught again in his
arms, and then, reader, as true as |
live, she disappeared so completely
within his embrace, that / entirely
lost sight of her, and am, therefore,
obliged to bring this interesting mar
rative to a close.
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