Springfield globe-republic. (Springfield, Ohio) 1884-1887, 1886-08-08

Sometimes think I've got him (how
full of exquisite infections that last senti-
ment OF mine isD and at other times l am
not a bit sure-not half bit And,
really, If should catch him, ten to one
look from q certain cadets luminous
haunting orbs would steal away all my
heart peace, and what good would any
body's gold do me them Bosh and bathosl
Much Lieut.. Baker thinks Of me! Yes,
know; this is the way he thinks: There's
a girl-Lil Lelange-shed marry me any
day I'd ask her-awful spoons we were a
year ago-she's dreadful sorry she acted
up proud and refused me once-maybe III
ask her again-better see the world
while thOugh-see 1t a jolly lot-maybe
meet some prettier rich girl-throw up
my commission then-nOthing like trying
I'm a graduate in two weeks-after that
run down TO Oceandene and give Betsy
hug before | start for EurOpe-f l can
find no one prettier or richer than LII III
marry her and take her out to the frontier
to help teach the squaws'-oh will you,
Mr.. Baker, Bless me, what a fool am!
Bart talk that way' He might-he's
humanl All the same III have the re
fusal of Haworth. l might learn TO like
him as well as do -fddlesticks!
do like him as well-nearly.
What fun il all is, thought Betsy Is
an angel Her demure little ~companiony
ways are the perfection Of acting and I'm
no mere walking lady in the small drama
we are enacting hour by hour. The way
do array myself in Betsy's best bibs and
fuckers, and stroll out, with Betsy in my
wake, to where see Haworth on the
sands, and how dextrously do head him
upon all occasions and charm him to the
full with my conversational powersl
And dear old Betsy takes a book and,
sitting down a short distance from US,
melts into the tableau Of the "Diligent
Scholar
At one time Mr. Haworth was in the
midst of a very animated description of a
narrow escape that CHANGED to him dur
ing a perilous avalanche in the Alps,
when Betsy gave a little gasp and letting
her book fall into the sand so far forgot
herself rs to exclaim, -Ah! ah-you never
told me that Then remembering her
self, grew vermilliOn, while Haworth
shouted with laughter at something-he
| said it was because wave had come up
| behind a fat Teuton and knocked him
down; but as / failed TO see either wave
or Teuton-it being ebb-tide and the coast
| clear-and did see his laughing eyes
meet her frightened blue orbs, twinkliIIg
| all the while like stars; | guessed II must
have been her utter self-forgetfulness that
! amused him.
One afternoon We were seated In the
/ shadow of some bowlders. All three had
been silent for some time. was thinking
| that if Betsy would go away for momen
/ 4 i I .,
in a sentimental mood enough to propose.
| But she didn't 90 and wouldn't under
stand my furtive signs Of dismissal
do you know" said Haworth suddenly
apropos Of nothing at all, save, perhaps
| his own thoughts, Il admire that amber
satin you wore last night more than any
dress have ever seen." blushed at hi
frank avowal, and peeping at Betsy saw
with dismay that she was stire too.
The dress-yes, IL Is charming h'
went on. The laces are exquisite; the
buds at the looping are real Constansnt
make Altogether il was one Of the love
liest-though simplest Jbes Worth hac
on exhibition
Worth" calculated l.
Didn't you know il was WORTH II
Is a 'Worth'-and genuine. Do you wisl
| proof! I was commissioned by a lad,
while in Paris TO bVy her frOck of thi
same amber tinting. / was furnished l
sample ST satin by Worth himself to show
the woubd- be purchaser, here it is, ant
the handsome creature put into my han'
tiny written scrap Of paper, upon whicl
was pinned a bit of the veritable, iden
teal satin. There were some Frencl
words written upon the paper; these
read aloud in my choicest Partisan &c
cent:
Robe de satin, trois mile francs"
II i had shot ut them with blunderbus
couldn't have raised any more of a com
motion. Harold Haworth jumped TO hi
feet while -diable" came from betweel
his locked teeth; as for my friend Bets.
she shljeked and then went on reading he
book upside down at furious rate!
IF you feel i'll or hysterical you may b
excused, Betsy" said, thinking | might
thus get rid Of her presence. for l felt sur
that her being within hearing distsnc
was all that kept Mr.. Haworth from Offer
ing me his heart and hand.
IF you are hysterical, Miss Baker, be
you'll not think of going indoors" Ha
worth's voice broke in The outdoor al
t, . 80 -" III L;usI- 49,
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- ~ "a a. - 80 ,o,, shn-t stroi
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to say yea or may" off they started be
fore my very eyes, leaving me sitting lik
an.old worn-out image of Vishnu, or som
other heather Idol whose many extra pair
of arms have been broken off by accident
and consequently hadn't the full compile
ment of limbs essential to sanctity. l ha'
nothing left me to do but to gsze-and 5
gaze did, with a strange little feeling o
indignation, as II Betsy really was IN