Idaho County free press. [volume] (Grangeville, Idaho Territory) 1886-current, 1888-11-30
LOVE AND BUSINESS.
mr. We're de We're Proposes to Mrs. CanagSy
and VI tkes Mistake.

and VI axes Mistake.
Your question takes me by surprise,
Mr. We're de We're. How long have you
entertained for me the feelings you
have just eXpressed?"
''From the first moment | ever saw
you, Mrs. Canaggy. For the last SIX
weeks | have been in a state of bilious
ness and unrest. L have fallen off
sixteen and one-half pounds in weight,
and haven't had any relish for my
food or any of the ordinary pursuits of
life. If you could only realize how
yearn-"
Despairing of conveying to the fas-
clnating and wealthy young widow any
idea of the intensity, the abandon, the
utter goneness with which he yearned,
he shook his head and for some mo-
ments yearned in silence.
MIR We're de Vere,'' said Mrs.
Canaggy, kindly-almost tenderly-
have you ever tried Corkins' liver
pills?n
Talk not to me of pills. exclaimed
the young man, with flashing eye.
Can you reach the affections through
the liver9 Would you minister to a
wounded heart by putting mustard
plaster on tho feet. Mrs. Canaggy?"
The lady locked dreamily at his full
grown Waukenphast shoes, and as She
smoothed out the folds of her magnih-
cent silk dress with richlv-ieweled
hand, she murnured, softly: 1T
would, indeed, be Il terrible waste of
mustard"
''Nictoria Canaggy! protested 1Iar-
old Norc de We're. rising to his feet.
and speaking with burning ouergy.
''Listen, You have pictured to your
self doubtless. in the dreams OF ynur
girlhood, the kind of man to whose
keeping you would willingly surrender
the priceless treasure of your love.
may not stack up exactly as the
man of your girlish dreams. Possibly
the late Mir. Cnnaggy did not. But
no man that over lived could cherish
for you Il deeper or moro passionate de-
votion or would shield you from the
rude blasts of the world with half the
pride and tenderness that would feel
If you gave me. the right to be your
champion. Victoria, does not your
own heart plead for me?"
Mr.. We're de We're" replied the
lady, evidently moved by his appeal.
pardon me for asking the question,
but | have known you for so short IA
time, and it is ii matter that concerns
me deoply--arc you a gentleman of
correct habits?"
81 can answer you tluthfully that
am"
do You drink Intoxicating bower
ages?"
mo. upon my honor"
''Do you attend horse races,
Never"
"Nor chew tobacco?"
mo. no"
/ Nor smoke cigars?n
."Non
"Nor cigarettes?"
cigarettes. Mrs. Canaggy? If there
! is one thing on the face of the earth
/ | utterly detest, loathe and abominate
it is the cigarette. 1t is the quintes-
sence of all that is vile, execrable. and
abhorrent. A man who would smoke
cigarettes would steal sheep. Mrs
Canaggy, and the person who manu-
i features or deals in them is pirate
and double-dyed scoundl'el. for whom
hanging is too good"
"Mr. We're de We're. I regret to give
you pain, bus ! can never be your
wife, said the beautiful young widow,
sadly.
''WhyP o, why, Mrs, Canaggv?"
Because, and her voice fell upon
his ears like the murmur of distant
cascade, OF the weird. sepulchral wall
of the night wind among the glsostly
tree tops % a November landscape-
because / am a silent partner in a
cigarette factory. - Chicago Tribune