The weekly Thibodaux sentinel and journal of the 8th Senatorial District. [volume] (Thibodaux, Lna. [i.e. La.]) 1875-1898, 1893-10-21

DENYING him. Finally he said:
We'll, | won't tease you any more.
You will have lots of sweethearts after
awhile, and just let me tell you this, if
you treat them as you have me they
will thank God, as ! do, that they have
met and loved one perfectly honest
woman And. as he helped me down
at our own door, he added: Il shall
" get over this. l shall never
marry"
He did not come in with me. thereby
making everybody on the porch smile,
as my guilty aspect could not have
failed to do. His tone was SO tragic
that | thought perhaps he would kill
himself. But-he did not, he married
another girl.
The next was from a man who pro-
fessed to care a great deal for me. 1t
came about in this way: | was standing
at the top of the piazza steps as he
came up the walk, and overhead the
honeysuckle and nepheros roses me-
and made an arch. Noone was in sight,
but my mischievous cousins were be-
hind the closed blinds and heard every
word, especially as they said Mr.. John
talked louder than ever in moments of
tenderness, so they claimed that his
proposal could have been heard ''out in
the big road" He took off his hat and
stopped at the foot of the steps. With
| u a word of preface he said:
eff | could see that sweet picture
every night when L came home | would
| not ask the Lord to give me another
thing. Do you think you could do it
| for mea."
What, stand here every night?:' I
said, laughing, thinking it merely q
compliment to my white dress.
Yes. stand there every night and let
me know that yours was the face Of my
| wife"
was too stunned to answer.
"Will you?'
"Oh. Mr.. john" | gasped.
Il love you, sweetheart he said;
you are the only woman | have ever
loved" 1 certainly heard a sound be-
hind the blinds, but did not dare to look
around.
.Oh, Mr.. John!' l said again. like an
idiot.
Gould you love an ugly old fellow
like me?" he pursued, describing me in
three equally fattering words, which |
forbear to repeat.
"Oh, don't think you are so very
ugly" said, eagerly, trying to be both
polite and honest.
A subdued tapping of the curtain be-
hind me made my hair rise, and my
confusion was complete when Mr.. John
threw his head back and laughed SO
heartily he nearly lost his balance. He
interrupted my apology and grew sud-
denly grave.
TOO ugly and old for you to love me,
sweetheart, but not too old and ugly
to love you. Pretty 0 0 you'll go back
up north, but you'll not forget that
there's one old fellow down south who
loves you and would marry you, no
matter how old you were-you couldn't
be ugly-any time you wanted him."
''Oh, how good you are" 1 ex-
claimed. sincerely, for his offer seemed,
to my inexperience, a very handsome
one.
l did not give the required promise.
He begged a rose from me and'came In.
I called the girls, who entered with mis-
chievous eyes, and he made a long call,
quite as if he had not been rejected to
start with.
For a whole year afterward | scarce
ly spoke to a man. Then came an end
to school days and my debut.
Presently | had a curious and disa.
greeable experience proposal, which
makes me by turns angry, amused and
remorseful.
1t was from a young Englishman,
His naughty mother openly detesteo
America, and regarded American girls
as only bearable if enormously
wealthy. Her eldest son married a coo
million. Her youngest, her idol, was
so foolish as to fall blindly in love with
a dowerless girl.
He made as much love to me as hi
dared under the stony eyes of his
mother, and then | went with my fam
ily to the seashore for the summer
Perhaps he missed me; perhaps she for
babe him to consider me. At any rate
something made him follow me.
remember that he was playing tht
pilgrim Chorus when.I came in from
a walk, and he said, admiringly:
What a neat little filly you are
use the plural, please" l said.
plural, howe" he questioned, stup
!, idly.
phyllis, not flly. Besides, how
dare you compare me to a horse. de
: test it."
Il hope you don't detest me, for
/, love you"
Nonsense. What would your mothe
say if she could hear you wooing a CIR