The Big Sandy news. [volume] (Louisa, Ky.) 1885-1929, 1886-11-25

and-pcekl / halted-just n moment
looked at the pictures, and-peekedI 0 no !
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 !, poor silly goose, walked right
into the trap
The storm OF anger, modification and
self-blamc, ended, as storms usually do, IN
copious rain; and you may depend that
never again win get caught in such a
shameful manner. Oh, shame upon me
Never What would the dear prim little
aunt, way back in the prim little church
yard, OF tho primest town in all Of prim old
Connecticut, say, could she know that l, TO
whom her last words were OF caution and
advice ON account OF my 'looks,n should
here, in the nobbiest city OF the whole wild
West, be caught, in the public street, fiirt-
ing with materialized ideal "TJGERn
SKY PARBoR, Oct 27.-Editor Criterion.-
Dear Sir; You sec have been quite indus
trious, send you advance sheets this
time. You viii say my humiliating lesson
did me good. So IL did. ! have since fire.
quently mot ',my nice old gentleman He
seems to understand that ! am no common
flirt, 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 sdr Il
icds contrary 10 my conscience, would have
settled the matter. All interest in him
would have died on the spot loathe an
old slopl He is all that is manly, seif-con-
trolled and gentlemanlyI do believe, my
dear, sympathizing mole, that am more
than half in love with light hair, dark eyes,
fifty years and two hundred poundsl
'sTIGERn
SKY PARLoR. Nov. s.-Editor Criterion.
Dear Sir: send you the nest four chap
ters. You will say must bo 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 ut that hour, through such
a iangle of every thing, and the mud, too
was feeling particularly cross and uncom-
Portable. The rain was playing havoc with
my pretty little rough suit as the mud
would with my neat shoes. [ must have
looked mad, / felt so--not daring to go on,
not daring to wait, lest the rsin should in
crease; when, with great throb, that sent
a new supply Of blood, hope, courage and
delight TO every vein in my body, my heart
saw, coming straight towards me, my dear
old gentleman, with his certain, gracious
and his raised umbrella, which,
with respectful but firm "permt me,n he
held straight over the damp little tu-ban,
and, gently taking my arm, escorted me,
through all the "jangle of every thing,r to
the car steps. But the bustlo was not too
great, nor the way too short nor difficult,
TO prevent his expressing, in-oh, such
well-bred and noto 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 coufse-of course-,vhy OF course
Il could not lei him, All but you can moi
know how almost cholcsd rs told him
20. Oh dear, can you think | was so desc
late, and fne1 he was good and true.
"Oh, my dear Sir, y ! said, 9 II is indeed
Indeed, indeed, us not that