The Baltimore County union. [volume] (Towsontown, Md.) 1865-1909, 1886-12-18
The Lesson She Taught Him.
BY CAPT. ILLION VERNE.

BY CAPT. ILLIoN VERNE.
The Ne,o York Wauerly.
Eyes, I've about made up my mind to
lay my heart at the feet of Miss Dexter.
The young man knocked the ashes of
the end of his cigar, and drew puff or
two before he made any further remarks.
Quite likely he expected some response
from his friend, but if he did, he was
doomed to disappointment, for John
West simply opened his eyes trife, but
maintained the same easy posture on the
grass.
you see, I'm going to be 'let loose,
as the irreverent term it, in few days
to practice medicine upon an innocent
and unsuspecting public. I haven't a
dollar in the world, and the Lord only
knows how l am going to live till 1 get
the thing to going, unless do resort to
some such scheme as I have just spoken
of. Miss Dexter is an heiress, worth
ten thousand dollars to-day, they say,
and-well, she might do worse, eh,
JohnP
Eyes, she might!'
well, now, you give that might a
turn that would indicate that you very
much doubted its being true. Maybe
you think she could only do worse by
marrying you.
The speaker laughed, but John evil
IDENTIFY considered himself bored.
Il don't know as I meant that. They
do say she's quite nurse, though,
George; handy around sick folks. Of
course, you want wife that can do that
sort of thing
Cor mix pills for me, or sit up till
midnight waiting for her beloved hus-
band.'
do you think she'd do that7'
do that! Why, that girl is an angel,
John. She'd do anything for the man
she loved. I've met her once in while
in my rounds, down among the poorest
kind of folks, cheering them up and
making them happy in spite of them
selves. There's an old man down in
Dark Row that you ought to talk with
about Miss Dexter. He can tell you
what kind of stuff she is made Of
George threw away his cigar.
you seem to be getting in earnest,
6ih f6iihnk1 k1J5S yoa mean ID y6hh 6hh2 hGa hs6a
going to propose to this ideal of yours.
Hanged if don't. You'll see. But,
come; it's time for us to get out of
this
The two young men, arm-in-arm,
sauntered leisurely from the garden.
AS they passed around where they
could see the other side of the thick
clump of shrubbery behind which they
had been sitting, John whispered:
There she is now. Maybe it's as
good time as you'll have.
His companion quickly turned in the
direction toward which John had nod
ded his head.
Not two rods away, on an easy seat,
he saw the young lady of whom they
had been speaking. Her eyes were bent
on book, but her face was sufused
with crimson.
do you suppose she heard what ]
said?' asked George, eagerly.
Don't see how she could help it,
was Johns discouraging reply. 'She
wasn't ten feet away
For a moment there was silence.
'Now, John, do you want to do me
favore' asked George, after they were
at safe distance. sIfyou do, just take
and kick me from here around Lafayette
Square. I need it. Such outrageous
conduct!'
'But it was all talk, old fellow. What
hurt could it dor
sBut she don't know that. We went
on at shameful rate, that is, did
She'll never forgive me-
That night George Linton, sitting
alone in his room, was not doing much
work. The episode of the afternoon
had pricked his conscience sorely. Fol
it may as we'll be said now as any time
that he loved pretty Agnes Dexter a
thoroughly as man ever loved woman
He had worshipped her afar off to-
many day, and wondered if she eve
could care anything for such a poor stu
dent as he.
The talk in the garden that day wa
but the thoughtless overflow of his live
| ly disposition; but he was wise enough
to see that, beyond question, he hat
ruined any prospect he might ever hav'
had of winning the hand of the girl h
loved. And he had no one but himsel
to blame. 1t was bad piece of bust
ness, and he could not get it out of hi
mind.
sI'll do it, anyway!' he exclaimed fl
nally, shutting up the book he had beel
fruitlessly staring at for the past tw,
hours. sShe shall know do mean
when say she is an angel. I'll tell he
my feelings if 1 live till Tomorrow.
But the morrow often brings with
things none of us ever count on. S
when George Linton took from tn
postman next morning letter which h
knew from the superscription that Agne
had written, his heart gave very strang
throb. What had she said2
He tore the envelope open and read
, SIR:-It may save you some troubl
|, to know that the young lady who's
heart you declare yourself about to la
siege to, happened to be in the garde
yesterday, and quite accidentally ovel
,, heard what was said regarding the pla
of attack. For your benefit in futur
. cases of the kind, permit me to say tn;
it is the still hunter that brings hon
the game. In this instance your sht
will fly wide of the mark.
AGNES DEXTER.
well, I've got my answer, at an