The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1892-05-15
IMPoarANT FoRstH q. ladies.
A Pasteboard Suitor Brings a Back
ward Young Nan to Time.
From the Netc York Tribune.

From the Net6 York Tribune.
The marriage of Hotchkiss Bayard
and Miss Sylvia Archer. of Fremont, o.,
not only closes a highly romantic courtship
and establishes union which is looked
upon with favor by everybody,
but 1t also teaches a most valuable
lesson for all young ladies who are in any
way inclined TO receive the advances of the
! opposite sex. Since this article will only
interest marriageable ladies we may as well
warn off the men first as last, and come
| down TO the plain facts in the case.
For some two years Mr.. Bayard "paid
attention" to Miss Archer without making
much progreSs-that Is, he did not propose
marriage, though it was plain to the young
lady that he wanted to do SO all the time,
but was restrained by bashfulness. Pri-
vately, we may say since no man will
read this that young gentlemen frequently
! develop an exasper ating talent for pro-
crastination in this respect. Mr. Bayard
called on Miss Archar regularly twice a
week. but do what she might she could not
lead his conversation from strictly no n
matrimonial subjects. At last, six weeks
| ago, she determined to riss to the occasion
and show the world that her sex is not so
helpless in these matters as is popularity sup-
posed to be. A large window opens from
| the parlor of the Archer house on the front
aud person coming up the front steps
| faces it before he reaches the front door. In
! this window the ingenious Miss Archer saw
her chance. There is in Fremont hand
some, wealthy and highly popular young
man named George Potter. Miss Archer
believed that if she could impress Mr..
Bayard with the idea that George Potter
had turned his attention toward her it
would inspire him with the lacking cour-
age. Accordingly soc got large piece Of
pasteboard this must be strictly kept from
the mem and cut out about a half
length sideview outline of George Potter.
This she placed in a chair not far from the
large widow on the night that MIR. Bayard
was expected to call, with the lamp in such
a position that from the shadow which was
thrown upon the curtain, viewed from the
outside, George Potter seemed to be in the
parlor, and very much at ease. She left the
lower jaw partly detached and by working
it with fine wire he appeared TO be en-
gagged in animated conversation His arms
were likewise free, and Miss Archer could
also, if necessary throw her Own shadow
on the window shade. Mr.. Bayard
did not appear that evening, but the next
day she received ttffs note:
DEAREST SYLvIA-Perhaps you will wonder
why did not call last evening as usual But
can your Do you not know why? You must
1 started TO call. bonded up the steps with
happy anticipation What did l see? You
KNOW oJlVdUld, Why Was UOOEKb GObG6F
the parlorH But perhaps have no right to ask.
No, have no right But you must know that
love you | know | should have told you be-
fore 1 have neglected it. You know / have
been very busy. And have had much trouble,
very much, Sylvia. l will call to night at half
past T. Ever your HoTcHKIss.
p. SHE was talking and laughing and
seemed happy. saw it all In the shadow. Did
you ever hear that story they tell about him?
Remember tonight. II.
Early that evening Miss Archer again ad-
justed the pasteboard Potter. The next
morning she got this:
MY DEAREST SYLvIA-AgainI Oh, heavens,
is it possibes But my eyes did not deceive me.
No. they could not He was talking, slowly and
earnestly. saw him twist his musraone, Oh,
Sylvia, il you only knew about him what
know. Iwish were dead. I do not think that
I shall live long Perhaps you will remember
me woen l am dead. II live through this day
l shall come TO you to- night at O'Clock, Good
by, my sylvia-no, not nine-another's Ever
iP.s. George otter shah die before me- /
That evening once more Miss Archer
put George Potter in place. and the next
morning received this from Hotchkiss Bay
ard:
Ny DELREsr AND ONLY SYLvIA-When again
saw that man ia your parlor last night my heart
stopped beating and chung 10 the railing for
support. Icannot bear this much longer. You
were sitting near him. saw him lean forward