The Globe-republican. [volume] (Dodge City, Kan.) 1889-1910, 1891-01-28

when general is applied to a particu-
lar. Thus, Love letter day after en-
gagement, (male.)' among other things,
said: When gazed straight into your
matchless orbs, darling. and saw the
love-light dancing in twin alteration to
Venus etc. Now, of course, it wouldn't
| have done to send this to a cross-eyed
Dulcinea. And one had to be careful in
using it to select the right slot. Imag-
inc the quandary of a young husband
who by mistake sent acceptance to
| lunch to his wife instead of Must work
| on the books tonight
This brings me to my romance-the
lamentable ending which carelessness
brought to the wooing of the charming
Sallie Manton by the ardent but nerv-
Gus George Blifins.''
''Oh, l thought you had forgotten all
about that" said l. And did you
dream it?"
Certainly" he replied. rather gruffly.
''You don't think would make it up,
do you?'
feathers of my friend Smith, and SO he
resumed:
George Bliffins was a good-looking
young fellow of three and twenty, well
formed and manly. as he had often
proved himself in athletic sports. He
was popular with his fellows. and so
the correlative was true that before
women he was little more than bash
full BOBBY. Some day may explain to
you the growth of this characteristic in
men, that the favorite of their sex is
the butt of the other, and vice versa,
but now l will only say that its ex-
istence can not be refuted.
Now, George never appreciated that
his fingers were thumbs, his cheeks
were full of fire, his eyes were apt to
water, his back was streaked with
shivers, each individual hair on his
head was alive with nerves. the mus
cles of his face were prone to twitch,
and his full bass voice to squeak. ex-
cept when he was in the presence of
the ladies, and then he always did.
And yet he loved. and wisely too as
family and friends deemed. Sallie
Manton was veritable little fairy of
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of arbutus. She had always lived next
door to him. Her parents were most
intimate with his own: they were rich,
and she was an only child. He and she
had thus been brought up together, and
if any young man had reason to look
upon maid with the careless familiar
ity of brother to a sister, he was the
young man.
And yet he didn't. He didn't keep
his seat when she was standing. nor put
his feet on her worsted work. nor clean
his pipe with her ostrich plume. He
never gruffiy contradicted her nor
answered her arguments by the axiom
that girls We're fools anyway. He even
failed to ridicule her ideals or to dub
her beliefs hypocrisy; and so of course
he didn't.
He had no rival save one. and him
he did not fear. The handsome young
curate of st. Anne's, it is true. beamed
beseechingly upon her in a most pal
pable fashion. but he had an impede
ment in his speech, and George realized
that Sallie's merry laughter would ex-
tinguish any proposal from him before
he had half suffered through it. Be-
sides. he knew in his heart that she only
waited his asking. Why, she had al
most asked him herself in the thousand
different ways in which a woman can
speak her thoughts and yet be silent
Perhaps you don't follow me? Are not
eyes eloquent with chances and lips
with smiles? Hath not tremulous
little hand a vocabulary of love? Ger
tainly, Georges mother often assured
him that Sallie wore her heart outside
her dainty bosom. and that his name
was engraved upon it.
But George would recall the sticking
point. and there he always stuck. His
hands, his cheeks, his eyes, his back.
his face, and his voice would rebel
against him, and he would become so
absorbed in the contemplation of the
enormity of their desertion that he
would straightway forget what he had
been about to say. How cruel it was
of them! When he debated The Beau
ties of Moral Courage before the room
full of young men who composed the
Aberdeen Philomathean Club. they
were his staunch allies. and he was
as cool as schoolmaster: but one
roguish CLEAN from her hazel eyes set
them quivering in confusion.
''He resolved to put his fate to the
touch with his pen. With infinite labor
and great impartiality he indited an
argumentative letter: but when he read
it over. con seemed so much stronger
than pro that he destroyed it lest he
should be hoist with his own petard.
He even attempted poetry; but heart
would only rhyme with part and dear
with fear and love with glove
which reminded him of the mitten, and |
SO he desisted in despair.
He grew SO thin and wan that his |
parents dreaded lest he should be taken |