The News-Herald. [volume] (Hillsboro, Highland Co., Ohio) 1886-1973, 1886-11-25

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and-peek, l halted-just a moment
looked at the pictures, and-peeked! 0 hol
there was my ideal, turned square around,
looking after me, stock still, umbrella over
his shoulder, the whitest of white hand
kerchiefs in his hand! OF course he ex-
pected me to do some such graceless thing,
and here I, poor silly goose, walked right
into the trap.
The storm Of anger, modification and
self-blame, ended, as storms usually do, In
copious rain; and you may depend that
never again will get caught in such
shameful manner. Oh, shame upon me!
Never! What would the dear prim little
aunt, way back in the prim little church.
yard, of the primest town in all of prim old
Connecticut, say, could she know that I, to
whom her last words were Of caution and
advice on account Of my Clocks" should
here, In the nobbiest city Of the whole wild
West, be caught, in the public street, firt-
ing with materislized ideal! 'TIGER."
SKY PARLoR, Oct. 27.--Editor Criterion-
Dear Sir: You see have been quite indus
trious. send you advance sheets this
time. You will say my humiliating lesson
did me good. So it did. l have since fire.
quently met ''my nice old gentleman" He
seems to understand that am no common
firt. He passes in respectful and unex-
pectant manner, that is not indifference,
but which increases my interest in him ten.
fold for its manliness. One look, one word
of intrusion or familiarity, after he saw It
scds contrary 10 my conscience, would have
settled the matter. All interest in him
would have died on the spot. l loathe an
old slop! He is all that is manly, self-con-
trolled and gentlemanly-I do believe, my
dear, sympathizing mole, that am more
than half in love with light hair, dark eyes,
fifty years and two hundred pounds!
"TIGER."
SKI PARLoR, Nov. 3-Edtor Criterion.-
Dear Sir: send you the next four chap
ters. You will say must be going to die,
am so good.
One more episode in my romance, which
write with tears in my eyes. Last night
was standing at the corner of Washing
ton and State streets waiting for the Car.
You know what an excessively sloppy,
nasty night it was, and what task it is to
reach the cable at that hour, through such
. jangle of every thing, and the mud, too. I
was feeling particularly cross and uncom-
my pretty little rough suit, as the mud
would with my neat shoes. l must have
looked mad, felt so-not daring to go on,
not daring to wait, lest the rain should in
crease; when, with great throb, that sent
new supply Of blood, hope, courage and
delight to every vein in my body, my neart
saw, coming straight towards me, my dear
old gentleman, with his certain, gracious
manner, and his raised umbrella, which,
with respectful but firm ''permit me-" he
held straight over the damp little turban,
and, gently taking my arm, escorted me,
through all the sjangle of every thing" to
the car steps. But the hustle was not too
great nor the way too short nor difficult,
to prevent his expressing, in-oh, such
well-bred and nep tones-how much he
would like the pleasure of my acquaintance,
and might he not hope some time, before
very long, to call upon me at my home
might he not have my address tonight.
And of course-of course--why Of course
Il could not let him. All! but you can not
know how almost choked as ! told him
so. Oh dear, can you think, was so desc
late, and kaeW he was good and true.
"Oh, my dear SIR" said, g it Is indeed
impossible. Indeed, indeed, it is not that l
have any objections to you, your own self,
but, don't you see, II I let you--there is no
-reason--why I-should-not let-anybody
at least, there is = nothing to prevent
your-th -thinking-L-would = and" Il could
say no more. fancy he heard the great
sob underneath, for in tones 80 low, not
even the little rain drops falling about us
could hear, he stopped and said, oh, so ear
nestly: "God bless and take care of you,
my dear good little girlw then STOPPING
still lower, he kissed my hand, as respect
fully as If had been some great lady, and
we were standing on the ballroom floor of
some elegant home. The rain drops which
splashed on the hard alligator side Of my
little sachel must have been cold on one
side and warm on the other; cold for re
gret at the happiness I had thrown, will
fully, over my shoulder, warm with the in
tense thrills of delight which any woman
always feels at receiving the well-earned
respect Of thoroughly manly man.
"TIGER."
SKY PAkLoR, Nov. TO- - Editor Criterion
Dear Sir: send you few more pages.
fear that must bring "Coming Events'
to q more abrupt conclusion than had in
tended. 1t, or something, is wearing on
me perceptibly. l can neither sleep nor
eat. shall make it up to you later.
Thanks for your kind personal interest,
and your sympathy in my little romance,
and desire for "more." l must tell you
The restaurant was awfully crowded yes
terday, as it always is Saturdays. had
very pleasant seat however, with vacant
chair beside me, which the kind waiter al
ways let's me have to hold my sachel and
parcels. went to writing as usual-most
Of "Coming Events' was begotten between
''orders"-and 80 interested was in Chap
ter 13, inclosed, that did not notice the
waiter coming my way, till, with mur-
INJURED 'pardon," he removed my things
and placed the newcomer therein. So ab-
sorbed was that never looked up, till the
walters return, when, whom should l find
sitting by my side, but "him!" And there
lay your "note- heads" large as life, with
your grandilOquent name tastefully scroll
bound in full, on the left-hanc corner
N. l.. De Verne, Editor-in-chief, Criterion.
What il he had seen it! Oh, what il he
had, and was even now mentally denounc-
ing that mosquito in petticoats, the ''female
reporterp' But he did not seem as il he
had. His shapely, well-kept hands were
nonchalently joined at the tips, over the
white cloth, and the wonderful brown eyes
indi6erently fxed on the awning over the
rival restaurant across the way. No, am
sure be did NOT see; and did not prolong
his opportunity for % doing, can assure
you. He was immaculately dressed In Q
cool, fawn-colored suit, faultless linen, and
the short white HAIR q Ia ponspadowv over
the broad forehead, the whole set on by q
nobby little / -tton-hole bouQuet--red and
white. Had 3een native OF 6enegsmbia
he could mot have remained more utterly