Savannah courier. (Savannah, Tenn.) 1885-1979, 1886-05-27
never marry any girl 20 point theory

never marry any girl 20 point a theory
Dr. adorn scientific treatise.
"You should not speak of science in
hat way, my boy said my uncle,
very gravely. "When you are older,
you will see matters in another light"
and all my wrath broke in vain upon
his placid front.
Before went to bed that night Twas
firmly resolved to propose to Rose the
next day, "before that warbling idiot
Woodbird comes upon the scene," l
to myself. The next morn
ing, however, brought less precipitate
counsels. felt that could not offend
my uncle. Not only was to some ex-
tent dependent upon my guardian, but
l was deeply attached to him, and |
was aware that the only proper course
to pursue was to endeavor to alter his
wish. The hobby must be attacked.
After the pitiful failure of my poetic
illusions to alter his opinion of me,
any further efforts in that direction
would be useless. / longed to startle
him with some wild and weird fictions
of my creative fancy, but found myself
quite unable TO coneoct any. And SO
l drifted on irresolutely, until Tuesday
came, and brought Tom Woodbird to
stay with us.
v.
Woodbird was not at all of an I'M
pleasant species of poet. He had not
been soured by the vanity of human
wishes any more than ordinary people
who are unable to pen their aspira-
tions. He did not seem at all addicted
to incoming, but entered heartily into
every thing that was going forward,
and, when he saw how matters stood
between Rose and me, he most honor
ably refrained from any poaching upon
my preserves. So much was / pleased
with this delicacy that l resolved to
take him into my confidence. AS he
was poet, being 'of imagination all
compact" he would doubtless be able
to imagine some scheme for attacking
any uncle's hobby. / was not disap-
pointed. 1t is true that he embraced
the situation with an Olympian roar of
laughter, which somewhat outraged
my sympathies, until l remember the
privilege which superior men possess
of looking on the humorous side of
things, and l did not take offense. He
made very light of the hobby, and
promised me that my uncle should be
won over in few days.
at is not the first time" he said,
"that have done battle with the sub
jects of Queen Entelecheia, 'et-militavi
non sine gloria. )"
The allusion to Rabelais was beyond
me, but l had learnt enough Latin at
Elton to construe the quotation from
Horace, and felt much relieved at hav-
ing secured so excellent champion.
What his plan of attack was he would
not tell me, and he made me promise
to leave every thing in his hands, and
to wait patiently until the enemy sur
rendered. can not say that | waited
patiently, for was burning with anx-
iety to know what would happen, but
! refrained from any interference. The
campaign was Unexpectedly brief.
On the very day after my conversation
with Woodbird, whilst / was indulg.
ing my melancholy in the garden,
saw my uncle coming towards me with
a glow on his face that made my heart
leap.
Reginald" he said, laying his hand
upon my shoulder, and speaking in an
excited way very different from his ha-
bitual manner, Ego at once and ask
Rose to be your wife; she is in the con-
servatory alone. Heaven grant that
she may say ycs!"
What were my feelings do you think!
Oh, the joy, the uncertainty, the de-
spondency! If she should refuse mel
All, now I began to see upon wha
slight hopes ] had built my foolish cas-
tie in the air! Never did man pre-
pare for surgical operation certain tt
either kill or cure him with more pain
full emotions than | went to put my
fate to the touch. How it all happened
do not know. From the time a
which l entered the conservatory t.
the time when Rose and left it to
gether swimming in a dream of mutua
happiness, / can only remember dis
tinctly my words: ''Do you care 70
meP" and her precious answer: Eyes.
We went to my uncle, who blessed
=, us with tears in his eyes; there .wer
not three happier individuals in tn
world. The afternoon glided away il
rapture. The hobby was forgotten
and it was not until the evening that
had any thought of gratitude to Wood
bird, or curiosity as to the reason of m
uncle's sudden change of front.
"You must give up writing poetry
my dear, when you're married., sal
my uncle to Rose, as we were takin
, coffee in the drawing-room.
''Oh, l could never write a line @
poetryW she answered, blushing. "Ur
cle-for must always call you uncle
, | see | must make confession. Wi
, you ever forgive meP 1t was all MI
Woodbird' doing Those verses whic
l showed you this morning were neve
written by poor me! Did you reall
l think that could have written them
e 1t was a little conspiracy between MI
Woodbird and me. He wrote them fc
the GrosUenor Magazine, and said h
wanted perfectly unbiased opinion {
a them, so promised to give them to 70
+ without telling you who wrote then
Y but pretending they were mine, as if
: could write poetry! And l didn't tie
( you, Mr.. Woodbird, how pleased h
f was with them. He said they actual
a showed-what was it uncleP-'sn,
J, thetic imaginationp' Oh, you de;
d uncle, did you really think had an