Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1889-05-28
CUPID WAS NOWHERE.
The Virginia Maiden Gives Her Love- .
Lessen in the Art of Wooing.

The Virginia Maiden Give. Her Lover =
Lessen in the Art of Wooing.
The high spirited girl drew her snake
like form Ia its ultimate celsltude and
her eve dartcd biturcated lightning at
the feebly presunptuous youth who now
quIilrd before her.
Mr. Dupp," she sibilated stridulously
as she rolled a cigarette deity with
velvcty steel yet caressing touch. drew
match with L grand and sweeping mo-
tiun across the sole of her high arched
shoe, lighted the fragrant herbaceous
cylinder, and inhaled the smoke with
free. Old Dominionesque pose Of Patri-
clan ease, you make me weary
Orville L. Dupp blew his nose apollo
getically.
Miss Weade." he ululatcd. with
snutiling twang, upon my soul don't
catch on
Young man." she exclaimed, with
lurid fulguratiun from her scintillant
eyes cleaning through the narcotic MIN
bus that fioated about her, don't you
know how to WOO daughter of Acco-
mack"
Il don't seem toto get there, ex-
actly," he replied, with Vague dubita
ton.
Flinging the half consumed cigarette
into the hand painted coal scuttle, the
imperious girl fixed her burning eyes on
the covering youth with an intensity
that ma le his bones ache.
Virginia Weade. hc almost shrieked.
what are YOU about TO doI"
With sinuous motion she glode to-
ward the paralyzed young man and laid
her hand on his shoulder with a CON
stringent clutch His flesh crinkled at
the contact, his hair rose up, and he
stood motionless and pigeon toed, gasp
ing for breath,
IL am about to show you how TO storm
the heart of high souled daughter of
the bluest strain of Old Virginia gorer'
She fairly Missed into his ear, every in
Election of her voice piercing his throb-
| bing brain rs If launched from a catapult.
you hunbly asked me if | would
consent to listen to the appealing cry of
heart that was laid trembling at my
feet" she continued is that the way
10 conquer Il woman Cd Ic9ii anu blobu.
Immortal Alexander no. When you
seek to plant your flag in triumph on the
| citadel of her affections use the heaviest.
the deadlieSt of loves artillery
With jaw dropping he gazed at her.
speeches., fascinated. spellbound. Slow
| " she wound her arms about his unre-
sisting form and drew him to her With
a firm, compelling. nay. masterful, CON
striction she pressed his head down on
| her shoulder.
ia, Soul of my soul, You are mine,
| ReCoil not"
| With low, triumphant laugh that
echoed and thrilled along the pulses Of
| his frame to the remotest tilament of his
being and held him in its thr.tll with a
sweetness that ircmbled on the border
land of pain, while flames OF liquid fire
| danced before his enchanted vision, she
bowed her head. and her lips, redolent
with the searching, Undesirable fare
well of II home made cigarette. touched
| his
| \ friEhtful shrek burst from his lips.
| With a frantic effort he broke from her
| embrace. rushed from the house and
| flew ike mailman down the crowded
thoroughfare lie WAS hatless, dishev-
| elcd and wild, but thankful. He had
escaped with his life. From advance
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