Martinsburg independent. [volume] (Martinsburg, W. Va.) 1875-1900, 1885-04-11
A SWEET APOLOGY.

Harry. How DO you expect we can
get these pictures arranged when
you joggle the table in that outrag-
eous manner
well, I'm sure, Nell,' answered
the accused, depreciatingly, 1T is
rather rough on a fellow to be COM
PEELED to sit the best part of an eve
ming handling the paste pot and as
sorting fancy cards. l thought you
had outgrown that sort of thing
when you put away your school
books
THAT shows all you know, was the
contemptuous rejoinder. AS if
these albums were not all the rage,
and Alice, so good and thoughtful,
bringing all the newest and lovliest
cards from Paris. Why, my dear
boy, (this in triumphant tone) my
book Will be long ways the most
beautiful one in town.
Yes, / know muttered the young
man, with reprehensible lack ofin-
terest, 'but you promised to let me
row you across Silver Lake this eve
ming. The moonlight nights are
nearly gone and we haven't settled
anything yet, Nellie.
Cant you talk before Alice? I'm
sure we needn't mind her.
Here I, being the Alice referred
to, hastily rose and offered to resign
my position as paster-in-chief.'
NO, no. Nell exclaimed.
I'm going to get some more PASTE
answered.
'Why don't you use mucilage =
uueried Mr.. Harry, in conciliatory
tone, resigning himself to the inevi-
table.
Because we haven't any, and they
are out Of it at the stationer's, SO we
thought little home made material
would do as WE'LL
ooh, no it WON'T calculated Har-
ny with alacrity. I wouldn't do any
more Just now. It would be better
to wait and finish your work with
the proper stuff. Come (this very
pleadingly), a little row will do you
good, and Miss Alice will perhaps
join u.s. continued our hero, with a
suspicious lack of warmth.
Gracefully declining the invitation
watched the young lovers slowly
treading Miller's lane.
About an hour had elapsed and !
was comfortably doing up my hair
preparatory to seeking my downy
couch when Nell rushed in my room
with blazing color, and flinging her
self in chair, exclaimed, Harry
and l have had such row.
Indeed l replied, unmoved by a
statement, whose occurrence could
be estimated as happening about
once every twenty-four hours.
Yes said Nell, somewhat crush
ed by my lack of sympathy, 'and AL
ice, it WAS all about miserable box
OF bon-bons which Fred Clarke, that
clever young lawyer, brought to me
from the city. Harry said he wish
ed / would get over my childish love
for sweets, that it was ruinous to
the digestion, to say nothing of my
lovely teeth. I told him he only
made my health an excuse, that the
truth of the matter was jealousy.
Jealousy about poor Fred, and he
needn't think because he had just
taken his doctors diploma that he
could commence practice with me
as first patient. Well, you can read
lily understand, dear, how one word
led to another, but when Harry end
ed in his conceited way, by declaring
medicine to be a noble profession
and law despicable one, I tell you
I couldn't stand it, and l informed
his highness would never speak to
him again unless he made me an
apology, and what do you think
The wretch laughed and walked of
saying, 'Oh, certainly, Miss Nicolls,
I'll make a sweet apolopy,' and