The Princeton union. [volume] (Princeton, Minn.) 1876-1976, 1892-04-21
REJECTED ALL PROPOSALS.

REJECTED LLaPROPOSALS.
s;ome of the Numerous Forms il which
They Were Made to Her.
My first offer was made to me bv a
boy OF eighteen, says writer in the
Yankee Blade, and the way he pro-
posed was: Il say. May. don't you
think it would be jolly fun if you and
were to get married." didn't think
1t would. He was awfully wretched,
poor fellow, for a fortnight; but he
didn't die of a broken heart as he said
he should.
The next was young curate. He
led the way to the point by scriptural
steps. Miss - y he said. :. En-
treat me not to leave thee, and to re-
turn from following after thee. are
very beautiful words" l agreed they
were. 81 Very beautiful words" he
went on, ''and-ah! ah!-very appro-
pirate tO-to--more occasions than
one. Take the ah! ah!-present, ali!
for instance. would myself-ah! ali!
apply the words TOTO -ah-to N.Y.
self. I-I-would say-ah! ali! the
fact is love you" l was sorry for
him. for he was good-natured. hon
est.hearted fellow. though he was SO
nervous and clumsy.
The next wooer was a man I
detested. He was what is called "a
lady killer" His dress was exquisite.
His hat his collar, his tie. his cuffs
his cut of clothes were all superb.
One day, in spite of all rebuffs, CATCH
ing me alone, he seized the occasion.
miss D." he said, you know it 10
really ridiculous. My Intentions. are
l assure you''-here he felt if his tie
was right-'my intentions. I assure
you, are of the most serious - posi-
lively of the most serious - hem!-
character haw! Perhaps you had not
suspected it. but have not been iok-
ing, assure you. not joking at all. you
know. Seriously, 'pon my honor, you
know. would really ask you to be
my wife," l gave him a very decided
answer.
The next was man of business
He thought it must be wife. Il
have S. 600 a year," he said, will
you share it?'' He was a good and
honorable man, though sharp and
business like even in his way of pro-
posing. He got married within six
months of my refusal of him.
My fifth lover was an author, and
his mode of proposing was somewhat
out of the usual way. We were great
friends, and he used to show me
many of his manuscripts for me to
read and give him my opinion on
them. One day I received one of
these. It was the story of lover
who had sighed long time in secret
for love of girl who was pictured in
all the frantic fashion in which men
who are in love write. At last how
ever, after numberless obstacles had
been overcome, the hero told his love,
and just when I was expecting the
usual ending to it all-the story
stopped. thought it strange. The
next day the author called on me- and
then the explanation came. The
hero of the tale was himself, the hero
inc was me-and the conclusion was
to be as decided. I was really sorry
for him. for he was one of those fear
fully sensitive men-clever though
eccentric worthy of a woman's love,
and sorely needing it. had good
cry all to myself after he had gone,
for I am sure he suffered much.
Ny next offer was made by letter.
1t seems to me that there is something
wrong with a person who is afraid to.
propose in person and takes refuge in
writing: l could never consent to.
marry one who dared not ask me to-
be his wife looking me in the face.
rejected all of these because [
have said, I loved some one else who.
never proposed to me. I am grieved
to think that l must have caused pain,
to some, but my consc ence is clear
l never consciously encouraged any OF
them to fall in love with me.