The Dawson journal., 1885-01-22
KIT WARREN'S COURTsHIP.
By Kit Warren.

Ca, and the beloved creature
must be supposed to have basked
IN the Catholic and ubiquitous
name of Mary Smith. | was
young cautious, and desperately,
tormentingly, excruciatingly in
love with Miss Mary. The heav-
ems never wore a smile like hers,
nor the angel voices a music more
llquld and sweet. She was the in
carnatlon angelicism,- sublima-
ted and compassionate that is
enough on that point.
Somehow, or somehow else 7
lascertained that the precious darl-
Ing was prepossessed with me, but
induced to hesitancy and decision
alone by my personal LONELINESS.
a. occasion presented itself
which promised to circumvent
that difficulty long enough at least
for me to ask and she to answer.
Ten miles off, among the best,
but roughest looking people l ev-
er saw, an old fashioned country
protracted meeting was in pr3g-
ress, with services morning and
afternoon, and a plentiful supply
of dinner, brought in baskets. [
thought my face would show to
advantage in that gang, and with
Miss Mary to sit in judgement on
the question, [ anticipated the
most happy results. We got in
my buggy and went. The day
was lovely and auspicious. Au-
tumn had just begun to mellow
the sunlight and impart a tinge
and soberness to the aspect of
lawn and landscape. Solemnity
was vocal in the music of the
song bird, and an, admonition
Shat its mission was almost end
ed could be read in the opening
volume of the fading flower. The
signing zephyr waited on its dow
ny pinions the fragrance of-O,
pshaw, that's all foolishness. We
reached the church in time for IL
o'clock services. A full turnout
was on hand, and SO favorable
was the prospect that, to this
day, l verify believe the ugliest
people of the settlement were
there and the best looking stayed
at home. Miss Mary took seat
on the ladies' side and [ on the
mems side. / don't know who
preached or what he preached
about, or how long he preached,
for the plan took effect and Miss
Mary began to dazzle her eyes at
me before the first hymn was rails
ed, and never stopped until the
benediction let us together. Then
we consorted and billed and cooed
and sentimentalized fit to kill.
And | talked about evening stars
and seraph lips, and ever so many
sorts of fanciful and fantastic
eyes, and features and form and
tresses, and limited to her that she
i was a smile on the brow Of crea-
tion and an Alpine flower that,
through all the bleakness and
desolation of my future life would,
if | need be, grow and flourish
and lean its blooming head upon
the cold bosom of eternal SHOWS.
| (The fool-killer didn't attend di-
vine service that day,D Well, |
made up my mind to pop the
question as we returned home af-
ter the afternoon service.
Brother Jones preached at 8 O
clock, and as my anxiety had
merged into certainty of sue
cess, patiently and carefully lis
tened to the sermon, and will,
some day, give the public a syn
opsis of it.
He showed the "skripterment
of the Bible" and : blowed the
gospel trumpet so loud and long
and strong that a great ground
swell of religious feeling was the
result. Miss Mary, though an
earnest Christian, could not keep
her eyes off me, and felt a per
feet composure from the firm con
viction that, at the proper time,
the courting would just do itself.
At-the end Of the sermon The au-
dience stood and sang,while an in
f. vitation was extended to mourn
ers. Near the close of the first
verse one old woman made her