The Middleburgh post. [volume] (Middleburgh, Snyder Co., Pa.) 1883-1916, 1893-09-21
"what do you suppose she thinks

what do you suppose she thinks
of me?"
"Well, on general principles, she
can't help liking you for the rest, un-
less she forgets everything j say TO her,
she must think you're the one supremely
perfect man on the face OF the earth. I"
''H'ml 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, but"
Exactly; then find some excuse,
after you return from inyiting her, to
find something which will unavoidably
prevent your going"
BY way of reply Ettie Brixton sprang
from her chair, kissed her brother cf-
fusively and hurried off to dress for q
morning call.
Miss Hnmmice went driving with
John Brixton that afternoon, and al-
/ though she was very sorry that dear
Ettie wasn't with them, she enjoyed
herself greatly, after the manner of
busy people whose special pleasures
come infrequently. As the drive pro-
longed itself she changed her mind
about Ettie-she wouldn't have had
the girl with her for worlds; for, al
though there was more happiness in
that carriage than she had ever before
| imagined the whole world could con-
| tain. 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. /: seemed to him that he sat
there alone Mt least twenty-four hours,
although the parlor clock had ticlled
Off only twenty minutes When Agnes
tore herself away from Ettie with the
remark that she could not be entirely
happy until sine has reached home and
told her mother all about it.
President Builder was still ut his
dinner table that evening when let
ter was brought in---the servant said
special messenger had brought it,
with instructions to deliver at once.
zone of the delights OF being
financial magnate!' - growled the old
man, as he tore the end from the en-
velope. Cant eat my dinner in
peace. Any customer in such hurry
must bc--great Scott ~
"Has some one failed?" asked Mrs.
Bidder.
81 should say so--failed to make
fortune. Listen TO this:
"'MY DEAR BUDDEE;
"'Parhaps men grow more bashful as they
grow older. At any Pate, I'd rather write
you than tell you face TO face that the
reason l hesitate to avail myself OF your
kind suggestion regarding Miss Fewse 18th
] am already engaged TO most estimable
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, fo-
your kind interest in me. As your own
married life has been very happy. tsTt
you'll understand me when say that I'm
marrying tremendous fortune-though
every bit OF II consists of human nature.
"'Yours always.
'''JonS BnrxroS'"
ga million dollars--yes, three mil
lion dollars ont |" exclaimed President
Bidder, dashing the letter to the
floor. did you ever know such IL
| fool?"
II hope so, said Mrs. Bidder. "1'd
like to believe you'd have been just
such one yourself, if II rich woman
had been thrown at your head when
you We're paying attention to me.
Goodness knows, You got nothing but
me when you married"
'Right 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
block away had the windows been open.
-Once A Week.