Lawrence democrat. (Lawrenceburg, Tenn.) 1884-1925, 1892-04-01
RESCUED HIM PROMPTLY.
A Leap-Year Story Illustrating Woman's
Superiority.


Superiority.
1t was the last night of the old year
The clock on the mantel had clicked
away the fleeing hours with brazen
tongue and passed it's hands over its
bold, painted face until they pointed to
11:45.
Painfully upright in his chair sat the
diffident youth whom Miss Pinkie Nc
Graw had been devoting her time and
talents unselfshly in entertaining since
$3.50. 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 necktie 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.
''In 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
little nearer, but only succeeded in
moving little further away
81 am-er-aware, Miss PinlSie," he
proceeded, that l must have-h'm-
seemed unusually dull this evening"
Not at ALL Mr.. Yagson-not at all, "
softly interposed the young lady.
Mr.. Yagson paused 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 emboldened
to go ahead, and he tried it again:
''The-the year 1891 will always be a
memorable one to me, Miss Pinkie. 1t
it was in the year 1891 that-that I
first became acquainted with you"
EYES," she replied, retrospectively.
''But all years are memorable. A year
is long time, you know"
Again Mr.. Yagson felt oppressed by
a momentary uncertainty. Had the
year 1891 seemed longer to her because
he had become mixed up in it, or-or
how?
"H'm-yesr he said, "but don't you
think some years are more-er-memo-
rable than others?"
80, of courser'
Mr.. Yagson felt himself growing
more helpless, but glance at the clock
seemed to nerve him to another effort.
1t was 1853.
Giving his chair one more we'll
meant but unsuccessful hitch he broke
out again
"All this evening, Miss Pinllie, ]
have been-h' NH m-thinking that"
Beg pardon?"
81 was going to say that all this
evening / have been wondering wheth'
Err"
"You have been wondering wheth.
| err"
whether it has ever--h'm-occurred
to you that ! must surely have some
object in"
1t was 11:57.
"Some object" he went on, huskily
Gin coming"
Il am not sure quite understood
that last remark, Mr. Yagson?"
IL am not sure l-er-quite UNI
derstood it myself" he gasped, looking
hopelessly round tho room.
1t was 1859.
But am trying to say-h'm--to say
that have been thinking all the even
ing that it must have occurred to yot
that IL must surely have some-somt
object"
"You made remark to that effec
a few minutes ago, Mr.. Yagson."
Eyes. THAT is-I-the fact is, Mis-:
Pinkie, that have been thinking al
the evening"
Once more he stopped and looked
with appealing eyes round the room.
And while he looked, 10! the clock, il
slow and majestic measure, struck tn,
hour of 10!
Then Miss Pinkie McGraw promptly
rose up.
Swiftly crossing the room she tool
the trembling young man by the hant
and said, with a radiant smile and al
unmistakable note of triumph in he
voice:
Theodore, this is leap-year! Viii
you marry mc?'
He hid his blushing face on he
shoulder, murmured brokenly: yves!
and the agony was over.-Chicagt
Tribune.