The Roanoke times. [volume] (Roanoke, Va.) 1890-1895, 1893-09-22

Isn't she as good and sweet and hand-
some as-as she is poor?"
"What does mother think of her?'
"Just what think and what every ono
must who knows her. The dear girl
would have been snapped up long ago if
she hadn't been too poor to appear prop
erly in the society for which she's best
fitted. AS it is, scarcely any young mon
know her except those who ,..e not fit to
tie her Shoes"
"What do you suppose she thinks of
me?"
"Well, on general principles she can't
help liking you. For the rest, unless she
forgets everything say to her. she must
think you're the one supremely perfect
man on the face of the earth"
"H'm! What wonderful things you
must have said of me-behind my back.
Do you suppose you could arrange for
us-she, you and Ito take drive this
afternoon?"
eyes, butt
EXACTLY. Then find some excuse aft
er you return from inviting her to find
something which will unavoidably pre-
vent your going"
BY way of reply Elite Brixton sprang
from her chair, kissed her brother eff
fusively and hurried off to dress for a
morning call
Miss Hammice went driving with John
Brixton that afternoon, and although
she was very sorry that dear Elite wasn't
with them she enjoyed herself greatly
after the manner of busy people whose
special pleasures come infrequently.
AS the drive prolonged itself she
changed her mind about Elite. She
wouldn't have had the girl with her for
worlds, for although there was more
happiness in that carriage than she had
ever before imagined the world contain
there was only enough for two, and the
mere presence of any one else, even her
dearest friend, would have entirely
spoiled it. Instead of taking her directly
home after returning from the pleasant
country lanes through which he had
driven, John Brixton drove to his own
home and called his sister down to the
little parlor, while he remained outside
to watch the horses.
1t seemed to him that he sat there
alone at least 81 hours, although the par
lor clock had licked off or1y 20 minutes
when Agnes tore herself away from Ell
tie with the remark that she could not
be entirely happy until she had reached
home and told her mother all about it,
President Builder was still at his din
| ner table that evening when a letter was
brought in. The servant said a special
messenger had brought it, with instruc-
tions to deliver at once.
Zone of the delights of being a finan.
cial magnate!" growled the old man as
he tore the end from the envelope.
Cant eat my dinner in peace. Any
customer i'll such hurry must be-great
Scott.'
Has some one failel% asked Mrs.
Builder.
81 should say so-failed to make a
fortune. Listen to this:
MY DEAR BUDDEn-Perhaps men grow
more bashful rs they grow older. At anyratc
I'd rather write you than tell you face TO face
that the reason hesitate to avail myself of
your Kind suggestion regarding Miss Fewse is
that am already engaged to a most cstimable
young woman. l shall expect you and your
| wife to dance at the wedding, which will be
| within month.
| "A thousand thanks. my dear boy for your
| Kind interest in me. AS your own married life
has been very happy, trust you'll understand
| me when say that I'm marrying n trcmen-
dous fortune, though every bit of II consists of
| human nature. Yours always,
JonN BRIxToN.
- million dollars-yes. three million
dollars out!' exclaimed President Bud
der, dashing the letter to the floor. Did
you ever know such IL tool:'
Il hope so,' said Mrs. Builder. "Id
like to believe you'd have been just such
Il one yourself if rich woman had been
thrown at Your head when you were
paying attentions to me. Goodness
| knows you got nothing but me when
you married. Stevens, bring mp the
Oldest bottle in the cellar We seldom
nave so good an excuse TO open it."
fright you are. my dear, as usual"
said the bank president, going to the
head of the table and giving his wife
kiss which might have been heard a
block away had the windows been open.
Once Il Week.