The Arizona sentinel., 1888-09-08
LOVE AND SCIENCE.
Bashful John Roswick's Successful
 Proposal.

She turned from the window with a queer little exclamation of mingled vexation and disappointment A half sigh rose to her lips, and, with slight contraction of her brow that was in reality indicative of impatience, she drew the curtain across the large square pane and walked abstractedly away.
 Agatha West was peculiar in some ways For a year and a half she had been on intimate terms with John Ros- wick, and in all that time never once had he been in her presence without feeling a deep sense of his own in- feriority and dependence. Not that she was strong minded. No one would more quickly resent such an insinu- ation than she True, she wore rim less eyeglasses, and at times affected a severe simplicity of dress that was decidedly becoming to her plump, brunette beauty. Nor was Roswick an effeminate creature. He was, how ever, a man that easily lost confidence opposite sex, and at such times was liable to become as awkward and help less as a badly-jointed automaton en- dowed with only monosyllabic power of speech.
 Roswick was a man of considerable wealth ,and possessed a strong love for mechanics. His life, for the past ten years, had been spent in an elaborate workshop fitted out in the upper part of his house on Dousey street, where, day after day, and night after night, he hammered and filed and filed and hammered at some product of his han diwork. His great hobby was elec- tricity, and with the advent of the tele- phone, electric lighting and kindred inventions, he became so infatuated with his chosen work that he scarcely took time to eat and sleep.
 It was through this devotion to his studies tha the become acquainted with Agatha West. Just how this was brought about need not be detailed here, but suffice it to say that before the summer was gone his work began to be neglected, and his affections were, in part, transferred to the more com plex and hopelessly confusing study of wofnankind.
 Agatha was consumed by mighty cha 1of% o11 Her horizon was boundless. In the valedictory, which it was her honor to deliver, she advanced the customary platitudes regarding ''the dawning life, adown whose shadowy vista we are now about to make tracks," or words to similar purport. In common with the multitudes of ladies who each year blossom simultaneously with the June roses into ''the stern realities of life," as they are pleased to term it, Agatha was filled with the vague idea that she had ''mission;" that hence forth this old world, largely through her influence, was to run on different principles. With each succeeding year, however, this inner conscious ness slowly died the death of hamilton, until now, at twenty-six, little re- mained but mild interest in the arts and sciences fostered by her intimate associations with John Roswick.
 To tell the truth. that evening was the third consecutive time Roswick had called on Miss West with the pre- meditated intention of declaring his affection and asking her to beohis wife. For the third time he had failed ignominiously How he had managed finally to bid her goodnight he had not the remotest idea A dozen times during the evening had the all-im- portant declaration of love risen to his lips, and dozen times had that dread ful choking embarrassment effectualIv silenced his intended utterance. On commonplace topics he had manaped to acquit himself fairly well, but with an air of abstraction that necessitated fl flequent apologies to the object of his blind worship.
 This, then, was the reason Agatha watched his retreating form with an air of vexation, and left the shadow of the curtain with something danger ously near a frown on her mobile features. His infatuation was no secret to her. To what woman is her ad- mirer's mind as a sealed book? And the feeling she entertained toward him, long ago self-acknowledged, only tended to make her less tolerant of his prolonged silence.
 - To say that John Roswick was dis 'T;ouraged and vexed with himself would he but a mild statement of facts. On