The Sunday morning news. [volume] (Jersey City [N.J.]) 1886-1891, 1890-07-27
some day.
1oucnY !" suRPRlsEs ME.


months before he redeemed his word.
At last, after week of alternate devo-
ton and snubbitiveness. he hauled me
out for walk As we reached the
country he became festive, and sang:
"In spring young mans fancy lightly
turn to thoughts of l--l--love-a!
Said /, stupidity: "spring isn't till next
month"
Touchy returned beamingly: "I'm not
going TO wait till next month. I'm go-
ing to tell you now"
His eyes were very shiny, and he look
ed quite serious. A cold chill went down
my back. I felt that something awful
was going to happen.
t'You are nice girl, said Touchy, as
If beginning long speech. You are
young. So am l. But we'll get over
that. You are frivolous, but l can cura
that. As it is, haven't enough control
of you. have made up my mind that
I must secure at once the whole manage
ment of YOU
thought saw a way out and / asked
quaLily; do you want--to-star me,
Touchy?"
He said he hadn't thought of it, but,
indulgently, that he would see next year.
Then he jerked his head up, and was go
ing to kiss me. I fell in limp mass
away from him and against the fence,
whereat he said severely: Come, Katie.
don't be foolish. Having just asked you
to marry me, I ought to have some
rights
1 declared that he hadn't, and that
wouldn't stand it.
s'Never having done it BEFORE said he
with dignity, II was perhaps not clear,
but ! did the best could, Miss Tempest,
and l certainly ought to kiss you"
"Oh, Touchyr' walled /, beginning to
SWIVEL, "what an awful thing"
''Not when you're used to it," he re-
tarned cheerily, again preparing to kiss
me.
His serene confidence enraged me.
stamped my foot, crying how did he
know wanted to marry him.
Because" said he in blood curdling
way, 'syou have encouraged me-"
He said encouraged" with ten horse
power of emphasis and conviction. /
became panic stricken.
''No, nos' / cried. II haven't, and
never meant to. Oh, dearl and oh, dear!"
Touchy seemed gradually to catch the
idea.
do understand, Miss Tempest" said
he, in an awe stricken tone, ''that you
do not love me?''
mot the least in the world" cried,
I'm awfully fond of you, Touchy, but I'd
rather die than J:arry you. Don't be
angry, but you'd make an awful husband,
you know, Touchy."
He contradicted this Indignantly, and
launched out into lecture against bare
faced coquetry and impotence, which 1
with fearful vehemence contested. Half
way home I ventured III a miserable,
cholsed voice: s'Please, Touchy, be friends
and forgive me-"
''Never!' heroared, ''never! You have
bighted my life, cut short my career,
and led me on to destroy me. shall
drown myself, and it will be your fault,
Miss Tempest"
mo, indeed, you won't" l urged
anxiousiy. remembering Bonnie Shine;
you'll get over it, really"
But he said he wouldn't, except in
watery grave. and at my door extended
his hand, saying: Farewell forever"
reminded him of the theatre, but he
shook his head solernnly and made a
motion with his arms as if swimming,
whereat broke down crying. He at
once put his arms close about me, and
asked me in ayoice dripping with tender
ness: Katie, don't you love me soHae:?"
Ny face was smothered against his
coat, but managed to shake my head
| violently. AS soon as he felt it he put
me 1T arms length from him SO suddenly