The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1889-02-01
Loy-REARrED McPELIcAN.
The Rare Nerve that Carried Elm
Through the CrdeSl OF Popping the
Question.
BON ne Chicago Tribune.

From the Chion0o Tribune.
Have you ever experienced the teelng,
Mr.. McPeHcau, " said the young lady softly,
that some great opportunity was within
your grasp but you had hardly the pres
q .ce Of MUD, the-the courage, as it were,
10 avail yourself Of II"
"Why-er, yes, Miss Quickstep, I have
sometimes had a kind Of feeling as If I'd
been sort Of sent for aud couldn't go, you
know
Miss Amanda sighed dreamily, and there
was a pause, during which the two sat in
the semi-darkuess of the QuickS ep parlor
and exchanged profound silence5.
TIE door opened, and Miss Amanda's
elderly female relative looked in.
The book you are looking for, aUntie,"
said the Young lady, with entire self posses
sion and some emphasis, is probably in the
library
The elderly female relative withdrew and
Miss Amanda spoke again in the soft,
musical, persuasive voice Of a trained APP
pIicant for charity:
"She will not disturb US again. Mr.. Nc
Pelican"
"She-she wasn't disturbing me any," he
protested.
Aud he sat aud looked helplessly at the
glowing Goals Ia the CRATE, with the feeling
That every breath he drew was q mortify-
Ing and ghastly blunder.
AS you we're about 10 say, Mr.. McPeli-
can" resumed the young lady, There are
times when it seems 10 all of us that we
must speak what is in our h in our
minds.
Eyes" vaguely answered the bewildered
youth, and ne tried to remember when he
had started t. say anything Of the kind ;
yes Of course
And while am not sure that ought 20
I'll IL
with downcast eyes, when you speak to
me in this-in this personal manner, yet
The young man could fesl bis pulse beat
ing tattoo on the drums Of his ears but
be sat like found boy at corn husking
and said nothing.
by the way" exclaimed Miss Amanda,
presently, 81 have q new book Of engra wings,
Mr. Mcclellan, that am sure you will en-
JOY seeing. 1t IS a large book, aud you will
have TO move your chalr-why, certainly,
you can sit here with me on the sofa. |
never thought Of that"
The pictures danced before the eyes Of
tho young man in blurred, confused i'm
ag4s.
Isn't this engraving of the 'Courtship
Of Florence Dombey and Walter Gay per-
fectly lovely"
"Wh-which is Waltz be gasped.
uSIo. L4OOA C4OobL. OOu you see
himl"
"W-whos he courtingH
You'll have to come closer, Mr.. McPeli-
can. | declare, though and she looked
archly at the trembling youth, 81 am aim st
afraid TO let you come any nearer. You
look exactly like Walter in the pictured"
And then the arm of that helpless young
man stole in a timid, Apologize, sneaking
way around the waist Of the cnarmi
Amanda Quickstep, her head sank on his
shoulder, and the book Of ensravIngs fell
neglected to the floor.
"Afred, " she said an hour later, as she
toyed with a button on his coat, you bold
boy, How on earth did you ever muster up
the courage to ask me to be your wife?
You know well enough l never gave you a
particle of encouragement"
The young man patted her condescend-
ingly on the head and then spoke proudly,
with the voice of an Ajax defying the light
ming:
"When l make up my mind to do any
thing, Amanda, no obstacle on earth can
stop mel"