Cottonwood report. [volume] (Cottonwood, Idaho) 1893-1901, 1894-03-02
ALL A MISTAKE.
Poor Torn Was Not Quite So Bashfui "a.
She Thought Him

Poor Torn Was Not Quite So Bashfui "a,
She Thought Him.
She is discovered leaning over a basket OF
deep red roses.
Poor Tomp' she begins HE is the most
| uncertain man ever knew. Why. it ia al.
| most one whole long year since met him,
| and he has not proposed yet. Opportupi.
ties? Why, he has had plenty of them,
Oh. he had inst the grandest chance at Mrs.
Browns balli We were in the conserya.
tory for fully half an hour. wore per.
feet dream of a gown-he was perfectly
calm and talked politics
"Then, again, our rides before breakfast
In the park. And in my riding habit | am
really sublime But he was dull and talked
Wall street When think of the sails and
my white suit, confess almost hate that
man. No, not hate him. But he is timid
do believe. Then all those games of ten
mis- and two full months at Newport and
he-horrible thingl-raved over natures
charms. Ohw-desperately- is SO dis
gustingly distressing. shall not give him
another chance; and. oh, Tom! dear old
Tom l woulH have accepted you''-sob.
bing"-but fate has decided against ia
You are lost to me forever. / shall never.
never give you another chance. Harkl /
hear him coming now.''
She brings forth another basket of flow.
ers and casts his roses aside.
lie enters the room little hastily.
She Qndifferently) All, Mr.. Revere, is
that your did not hear you come in.
YES, Miss Heartwell"
DO come and look at these beautiful
flowers Colonel White has sent me. He is
such an adorable old gentleman. is he nots
|, for one, rather prefer an aged man. They
are so clever social and captivating. and"
-laughing-'the make such ideal lovers
What exquisite taste the dear colonel does
show!'
TOO gaudy for refined taste, 1 venture
to say"
II think, Mr.. Revere, you have ventured
too far"-icily.
Il shall venture still further and saw
think 1t outrageous for that old man to run
around with other women and his wife not
dead year yet" She fumes.
He takes three turns around the room.
then takes from his coat n bunch of violets'
See, Miss Heartwell, what charming
taste the charming little widow, Mrs. Joy.
has. pleaded for a flower. These violets
were her own choice"
Il detest violets. The odor is too heavy.
1 cannot remain in room with them"
You surely would not have me discard
themf"-surprised.
u would"-madly. 81 tell you detest
them. detest that Widow joy She is a
made up, jealous woman"
But, Bessie
Wildly-"l tell you, Tom, l hate her,
and if you are her friend you cannot be
fIine-and the perfume of those violets is
making me faint-I feel"-
She leans back. He puts his arm around
her for support.
Very softly-"Bessie."
"Tom"-tenderly.
Mrs. Joy does paint, Bessie. I believe
you. | rubbed some off the other even
ng."
You must have been very close" She
Travis herself from him.
II was, dear-we were dancing"
"Oh, Tom, dear old Toni" He puts his
inns around her "And, Tom, do think
Colonel White has very gaudy taste"
YES dear"
And, Tom, do throw those violets away.
am faint from their odor."
Il cannot, darling know they are your |
avorite flowers. This is the bunch you
rave me last night"
Kissing the violets-"Oh, Tom, how could |
'ou9 The dear, sweet, fragrant thingsw
81 could, sweetheart, because-b because
,ecause"--
why, Tom?"
"Because love you. Is it yesl"
Softly-"Yes."
Nov, Tom, darling, you shall know the
ruth. Colonel White did not send me /
hose flowers. Papa is ill, and his partner
ent them to him."
The dear, pretty iowersI What quiet
astc his partner has!''
Yes; quite refined, Tom."
Bessie, darling"
Eyes, my love"
"Say yes again."
Softly-"Yes. Syracuse Herald.