The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1889-03-20
Betrothal Under Difficulties.
From the Chicago Tribune.

resuscitates me does SO at his peril"
Betrothal Under Difficulties.
From the Chicago Tribune.
The voice of the young man had
tremulous, vibrant quality. and glow
like that of June sunset spread over
his face as he took the vacant seat by the
side of the young woman and greeted her
joyfully.
This is an unexpected pleasure, Miss
Beanie" he said. 81 did not know you
were on the train. am not presuming too
much, hope, in rejoicing in the anticipa-
tion of a delightful trip instead of the
long tiresome journey of half a day that l
had resigned myself to suffer when came
aboard"
Certainly not, Mr.. Winterbottom. she
replied, ami the observant young man
noted an increasing quickness IN the fiutter-
ing movements of the feathers and fumma-
diddles on the travelling hat of his fair COM
panion not due altogether to the jar OF the
train.
"Her heart is beating faster" he said to
himself, but even in the rapture that thrilled
his frame and tingled to the ends OF his
fingers at this discovery ne felt he had taken
a sneaking advantage Of her and learned
something he had no right as yet to
know.
For months Cyrus Winterbottom had
carried in his heart the ge of the lovely
girl who now sat by his side. For months
he had hoped that the time and the oppor-
tunity might come when he-but let us not
anticipate.
The train Numbered along over rocky
gorges, around the base of precipitous cliffs,
and down into spacious valleys upon which
the promise of glorious spring was already
showing itself in a landscape that glowed
and smiled beneath the ardent rays of the
sun; but the young man needed not the
panorama of surprising loneliness that was
unfolding itself on either hand. He had
| something better to look at.
miss Vanilla" he said, with beating
heart, as he braced himself for super
human effort. 'this may seem an in oppor-
| tune moment for the confession l am about
to make, but l am impelled by a feeling
can no longer resist. My heart hungers
| for
''Tickets!n
1t wat the conductor who spoke.
A shade of annoyance crossed the brow
of the young man at the interruption. He
produced his ticket, handed it to the official
and in few moments resumed:
II was about to say that have carried in
| my breast burden that / can bear no
longer. 1t is for you to say whether | must
shall have a new meaning for me henceforth.
Vanilla Beane, love-"
"Caramels, peanuts, figs, gum" inquired
the trainboy.
''Nol" said Cyrus, shortly. "Have you
ever felt that the time must come, sooner or
later, Vanilla, when
Life of Jesse James," suggested the
trainboy, returning to the attack; ''maga-
zines, latest railway guide, Robert Els
~ tell you don't want anythingl" ex-
claimed the exasperated young man. May
/ tell you what is in my heart. Vanilla? l.
No, sir; don't know what the next station
is, sir, and don't care-I have looked for
ward to the time, my own Vanilla, when
| could summon the courage to tell you
how inexpressibly dear to me you are,
and to ask you if you will be my wife.
will"
There was a sudden crash. A broken
rail had thrown the train from the track.
The car rolled down the embankment. At
the first wild lunge of the coach Vanilla
Beane had seized the young man about the
neck with a convulsive clasp, and though
the passengers were cavorting and plung-
ing from floor to ceiling and ceiling to
floor in the careless, unstudied freedom of
motion and absence of all ceremony that
may always be observed in an affair Of
this kind, she did not lose her self-posses-
sion.
"Cyrus Winterbottom, " she shrieked into
his ear, with the resolute, fearless, let
no-guilty- maj escape voice Of q young
woman attending strictly to business,
HI-n
Bangi
"Will-"
Thud!
"Be your"
Cra@hl
''Little-n
Crunchl
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