Martinsburg herald. [volume] (Martinsburg, W. Va.) 1881-1920, 1886-04-17

Bless me, what business have mar
ried men like me to thinking about
eyes !? There, she has a COMPOUNDED
veil over her face, and the light as
dim as a tallow dip; but those are
pretty eyes ~
The fair possessor of those blue
eyes shivered slightly, and drew her
mahtilla close around her shoulders.
G Are You cold, Miss Pray honor
me by wearing my shawl. / do not
need it myself
Sne did not refuse-she murmur-
ed some faint apology for troubling
him, but it was not a refusal.
No trouble-not a bit," said he,
arranging it on her tempting Shout
ders and then as the young lady
handed her fare to the conductor he
said to himself, g What slender
hand II there is anything ! admire
in woman, it is pretty hand !?
Wonder what kind of mouth has
she gots 1t must be delightful if it
corresponds with her hair and eyes
plague take the veil!7
But plague" whoever the mys-
teal power may be, did not take
possession Of the veil, so Mr.. Edges
curiosity about the blue eyed damsel
remained unsatisfied,
" Have you room enough, Miss !?
! fear you are crowded. Pray sit a
little closer to me-"
Thank you, sir" was the soft re-
ply coming from behind the veil-as
Mr.Edge reflected like an angel from
dark cloud. And his heart gave
a large thump as the pretty shoulder
touched his own shaggy overcoat
in a hesitating sort of way.
Decidedly this is getting quite
romantic" thought he, and then in
an audible whisper, what would
Maria say 90
!" The rest of that long dreary ride
was delicious with the shoulder
against his own. How CALAMITY he
jumped up to pull the strap for her,
by some streak of luck it happened
to be in the very street where he in
tended to stop. And under the cir
cumstance we hardly blame him,
when the cars stopped so suddenly
that she caught at his arm, for the
squeeze he gave the plump, rosy
hand-any man of sense would have
done the same thing-it was such an
inviting little lily.
" Allow me to carry your basket,
Miss, as our path lies in the same
direction" said Mr.. Edge, courteous
ly, relieving her of her burden as he
spoke. " And-and-maybe you'll
find less difficulty if you take my
arm"
Well, wasn't it delightful ! Mr..
Edge forgot the wet street and pitchy
darkness-he thought he was walk
ing on roses. Only as he approach
ed his own door he began to grow a
little nervous, and wished the little
incognito would not hold on so tight,
Suppose Maria would be at the win
dow, on the lookout, as she often
was, how would she interpret mat
tiers. He couldn't make her believe
that he only wanted to be polite to
thefair traveller. Besides, his sweep
ing declarations IN the morning-she
would be sure so recall them. AS
he stopped at the right number and
babe her adieu, he was astonished to
see her likewise run up the step to
enter. Gracious Apollo! He burst
into cold perspiration at the idea
Of the young lady's error.
I" i thlnk you must have made
a mistake, Miss, this can't be your
house."
But he was 100 late-she was al
ready in the brilliantly lighted hall,
and turning around threw off her
dripping habiliments and made a
law courtesy.
+" Why, it is my wife ~
Happy to see that yol have
not forgotten all your CALAMITY to-
wards us ladies'" pursued the mer-
CHESS little puss, her blue eyes (they
were very pretty all in a.dance with
suppressed roguery.
Edge looked from ceiling to floor
in vain search for a loop-hoie to es-
cape. but the search was unavailing.
WE'LL" he said in the most sheep
ish of tones, 6 it is the first time |
was ever polite to a lady in the cars,
and hang me lift shan't be the last"
$ You see, my DEAR" said the &c
static little lady, g l did not expect
to be delayed so long and had not
any idea l should meet with such
attention in the cars, and that from
my husband, too! Good gracious,
how Aunt Priscilla will enjoy the
joke.n
I" Ii you tell that old harpy, | will
never hear the last of it, said Edge,