Frostburg mining journal. [volume] (Frostburg, Md.) 1871-1913, 1890-11-29

little Irritation? Don't fancy going in
| strong, you know, unless she under
stands all that sort of thing. I'm not a
marrying man, you know; and don't
want to break the little girls heart
deuced bother, that. Had beastly lot of
trouble this spring; met a little girl
awtulIy taking, too-rest of the chaps
wild about her. l sailed i, of course,
and cut them all out Didn't mean any
thing, YOU know-wanted to chatf the
other fellows. Never thought of becom-
ing serious. Not the thing. All this
emotional usiness quite bad form, you
know-out If styIe-passe. Well regu-
lated people marry for convenience now.
adays, but not for love. Little girl be-
hind the age. Got so fond of me | had
to cut the town-had to, for a fact.
Deucedly careful now.
There is the faintest possible rustic in
the leaves of the greenwood tree, and
leaf floats slowly dowward. | man
age to assume serious EXPRESSION and
say solemny:
81 am glad you mentioned this, Syl-
vester. L want to warn you, thoug !,
before May comes, not to be too fasci-
mating; for she is an unusually suscept-
BILE girl. She has lived in the country,
you know, and l doubt if she has ever
met a young gentleman like you. You
can imagine what the effect will be if
you carry the Irritation too far; so l
caution you to be careful. If she should
grow too fond of you, and lose herpeace
of mind, should never cease to regret
it, knowing as l do that you are not
marrying man.
The branches overhead rustic once
more, as if breath of wind were pass
ing over them. Something appears for
a moment, which resembles a small
clinched fist, shaken savagely in my di-
rection.
Mr.. Hutchinson has been engaged in
adjusting his eyeglass. He smiles COM
placently when l finish speaking and
murmurs:
Quite correct. Always we'll to un-
derstand in time. Pom honor, I'll be
careful! Have to be, up here-no rivals,
you know-al smooth sailing.
"There is George Monroe, 1 say in
voluntarily
"Oh, Geawge is nobody" returns Syl-
vester with increased complacency.
Tremendously stupid chap Geawge.
No fear of Linn. Have it all my own
way, you see.
do not see, but refrain from saying
so and Sylvester continues, as he rises
stiffiy upon his seemingly wooden legs:
"Think | must go now. Be over again
soon. Want to see the little girl. Take
her to ride in my cart. You must see
my cart-simply immense. Quite the
correct thing, my cart.
He takes up his cane, and holds it, to-
gether with his gloves, lefore him, in the
latest and most approved manner.
"Well, see you to morrow night, l
fancy. Come, Tiger.
The pair placed themselves in position,
Tiger following close on his masters
heels
am not left long to my reflections.
AS soon as the gate clicks, May Arm
strong comes tumbiing out of the tree in
manner more expressive of haste than
dignity. She pounces upon me at once.
"You wretch! you villain! you slan-
derer! Oh, Pm very susceptible, am l!
Lived always in the country, have r."
An expression of gleeful anticipation
lawns upon her flushed countenance.
won't teach him lesson, thought"
she murmers fervently.
So, on the following evening, l relent-
lessly give him into the hands of the
lovely and seemingly artless May, who
PLAYS the role of simple country maiden
to perfection. l give him over without
remorse though l know that May has
the reputation of being an accomplished
and artful little hirt, who counted her
victims by the dozen.
A month goes by. If, during that
time, day passes in which MIR. j. Syl-
vester Hutchinson does not Just drop
in for a moment you know" / can not
remember it. Between him and George
Monroe, May has little time to herself
One pleasant afternoon May goes for
drive in the cart" while | betake
myself to my favorite seat, high up in
the greenwood tree.
After time my attention is aroused
by the sound of approaching voices.
May has returned from her drive and
is accompanied, as usual by her ever
faithful Shadow.
The two seat themselves on the rustic
bench. l peep through the leaves at
them and note how lovely May looks as
she removes her hat and fans her flushed
face. l also observe that the attire of
Mr.. Hutchinson is exceptionally gor-
geous and that there is an anxious eX-
preston on his usually vac mt counte-
nance. AS l look, he begins to speak, and
his voice actually trembles
"'Pon my word, Miss May, he says,
you are awfullv unllind. You don't
treat chap fairly-you don't now, for
fact l meant every word | said dur
ing our drive-I did, 'pon honor. You
! really mustn't laugh when | am so seri-
ous A fellow doesn't like that sort of
thing, you know. "
81 beg your pardon, Mr.. Hutchinson,
if 1 have offended you" says May
sweetly, "but really l have no idea TO
what you are referring.
"Oh, come now, says Sylv ser COM
placently. 81 can't believe that - Il
really can't, you know. You probably
thought that l did not mean it-but L
did. love you, May-'ron my word, 1
do. Quite adore you, in fact. am not
marrying man-that is, | never was
un il now; but si"ce meeting ylu, why
.-aw you know--Oh, deuce take it ALL"
he exclaims, becoming excited, while
his eyeglass shoots wildly from his eye.
"Just say the word, and I'll marry
YOU tomorrow, no matter what the fel-
| lows say.