River Falls journal. [volume] (River Falls, Pierce County, Wis.) 1872-2019, 1892-02-25
RESCUED HIM PROMPTLY.
A Leap-Year Story Illustrating woman's

Leap-Year Story Illustrating Woman's
Superiority.
II was the last night of the old year.
The clock on the mantel had clicked
away the heeting hours with brazen
tongue and passed its hands over its
bold, painted face until they pointed to
11:45.
Painfully upright in his chair sat the
diffldent youth whom Miss Pinkie Nc
Graw had been devoting her time and
talents unselfishly in entertaining since
$780, With that rare artistic sense that
now and then crops out even in the
young and inexperienced, she had
turned down the light In order that the
contrast between his red neektie and
his lemon-colored mustache might be a
little less glazing, and the conversation
had ranged from Shakespeare to Jack
son Park, with occasional stoppages
caused by temporary break-downs in
the conversational machinery.
I'm fifteen minutes, Miss Pinkie," he
observed. looking at the clock, 'the
year 1891 will have gone into his
tory"
He made an effort to hitch his chair a
moving little further away.
II am-er-aware, Miss Pinkie." he
proceeded, that l must have-h'm-
seemed unusually dull this evening"
mot at all, Mr.. Yagson-not at all, ="
softly interposed the young lady.
Mr.. Yagson paused d few moments,
apparently unable to decide whether
she meant to enter general denial of
his dizziness or merely to controvert
the proposition that he was or could be
duller than usual, but in the light of
her gracious smile he felt EN- boldened
to go ahead, and he tried il again:
"The-the year 1891 will always be Il
memorable one to me, Miss Pinkie. 1t
it was in the year 1891 that--that l
first became acquainted with you"
YES" she replied, retrospectively
But all years are memorable. A year
Is q long time, you know"
Again Mr.. Yagson felt oppressed by
q momentary uncertainty. Had the
year 1891 seemed longer to her because
be had become mixed up in 1t. or--or
hew2
"H'm-yesr' he said. ''but don't you
think sonic years are more-er-memo-
rable than others"
20, Of courser'
Mr.. Yagson felt himself growing
moro helpless, bat glance at the clock
seemed To nerve him to another effort
It was 1l:5s
Giving his chair one more we'll
meant But Unsuccessful hitch he broke
out again:
"All this evening, Miss Pinkie, 1
have been--h' M h'rn-thinking that"
Beg paraon?"
II was going 70 say that all this
evening have been wondering wheth-
err"
You have been wondering wheth-
err"
Whether it has ever-h'm-occuFred
to you that must surely have Some
object in--a--"
II was 1851
Some object" he went on, huskily,
'in coming"
II am not sure quite understood
that last remark, Mr.. Yagsoh?"
IL am not sure I-erZquite IN
derstood it myself" he gasped, looking
hopelessly round the room.
II was 1f:59
But am trying to say-h'm-to say
that have been thinking all the even
ing that it must have occurred to you
that IL must surely have some-some
object"
"You made a remark to that effect
a few minutes ago, Mr.. Yagson."
ayes. THAT is-I-the fact is, Miss
Pinkie, that / have been thinking all
the evening"
Once more he stopped and looked
with appealing eyes round the room.
And while he looked, 10! the clock, in
slow and majestic measure, struck the
hour of 12i
Then Miss Pinkie McGraw promptly
rose up.
Swiftly crossing the room she took
the trembling young man by the hand
and said, with a radiant smile and an
unmistakable note of triumph in her
voice:
Theodore, this is leap-year! viii
you marry me?"
He hid his blushing face on her
shoulder, murmured brokenly: "Y-yesF
and the agony was over.-Chicago
Tribune.