Catoctin clarion. [volume] (Mechanicstown, Md.) 1871-1940, 1889-07-11
LOVE AND BUSINESS.
Mr.. We're de We're Proposes t0
Mrs. Canaggy and makes u

Mr.. We're de We're Proposes to
Mrs. Canaggy and makes u
Mistake.
Your question takes me by surprise,
Mr.. We're de We're. How long have
you entertained for ME the feelings you
haye just expressed?'
From the first moment ever saw
you, Mrs. Canaggy. For the last six
weeks l have been in state of bilious.
ness and unrest. l have fallen off six.
teen and one. half pounds in weight, and
havn't had any relish for my food or
any of the ordinary pursuits of life. If
you could only realize how I yearn-'
Despairing Of conveying to the fasci-
mating 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 moments
yearned in silence.
Mr.. We're de Vere.' said Mrs. Canag.
gy, kindly-almost tenderly-'have you
ever tried Corklns' liver pills?'
Talk not to me of pills! T exclaimed
the young man, with flashing eye. Can
you reach the affections through the liv.
er? Would you minister to wound
ed heart by putting mustard plaster
on the feet, Mrs. Canaggy P
The lady looked dreamily at his full
grown Waukenphast shoes, and as she
smoothed out the folds of her magnif.
cent silk dress with a richly-jeweled
hand, she murmured, softly: 1t would
indeed, be terrible waste of mustard
Victoria Canaggy protested Har-
old We're de We're, rising to his feet and
speaking with burning energy, Listen f!
You have pictured to yourself, doubt
less, In the dreams of your girlhood,
the kind of man to whose keeping YOU
would willingly surrender the priceless
treasure of your love. l may not stack
up exactly as the man of your girlish
dreams. Possibly the late Mr.. Canaggy
did not. But no man that ever lived
could cherish for you deeper or more
passionate devotion or would shield you
from the rude blasts Of the world with
half the pride and tenderness that l
would feel if you gave me the right to
be your champion. Victoria, does not
your own heaat 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 time, and it is
matter that concerns me deeply-are
you gentleman of correct habits 2
can answer you truthfully that /
am.
DO you drink intoxicating bever.
ages?'
No, upon my Horror.
DO you attend horse races?'
Never
Nor chew tobacco?'
NO, no.
Nor smoke cigars?'
No.
Nor cigarettes?'
cigarettes, Mrs. Canaggy? II there
is one thing on the face of the earth 7
utterly detest, loathe and abomlnate, it
Is the cigarette. 1t is the quintessence
Of all that is vile, execrable, and abhor.
rent. A man who would smoke cigar.
cites would steal sheep, Mrs. Canaggy,
and the person who manufactures or
deals in them Is a pirate and double.
dyed scoundrel, for whom hanging is
too good.
Mr.. We're de We're, l regret to give
you pain, bnt l can never be your
wife, said the beautiful young widow
sadly.
why? o, why, Mrs. Canaggy?
Because and her voice fell upon his
ears like the murmur of distant cas-
cade. or the weird, sepulchral wall of
the night wind among the ghostly tree
tops Of November ]andscape-'becau,
/ am a silent partner in a cigarette fac.
tory