Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1894-07-09
A Lost. Bride.

Why doesn't some distinguished
physician invent cure for the horri-
BILE disease whose primary symptoms
are turning red in the face, stammer-
ing in the speech, and general per
plexity where to put the hands?What's
the use of being introduced to all the
pretty girls at party when you can't
think of any thing on earth to say to
them? Never sat down beside lady
in my life that she didn't begin to
to see if any one was coming to re-
ieve guard! Aggravating course
it's aggravating!
If l hadn't been hopelessly sheep
ish-but never mind now. The crisis
of my life is past, and I shall never
see black eyed girl, with cheeks
like an apple blossom and mouth
that always suggests the idea of kiss
ing, without rejecting that I lost
Kate Willis simply for lack of-cheek.
"Now, my dear Simpkins," said the
paternal Willis, confidently 'tdon't
be a blockhead. There's no earthly
reason why you shouldn't marry
Katen
''Except"-I meekly suggested.
"No exception to the case" said the
old gentleman, dogmatically. "She's
got silly notion in her head that she
likes Harry Wandell, "a boy actually
without experience. Of course, it's
all nonsense, and she'll be the first to
find it out if you only play your game
skillfully."
''And how, may 1 venture to ask?'
Marry her, Simpkins, before she
has time to get up any COMPOUNDED
love scrape with Harry!"
''And when would you advise me to
plead my cause to Miss Willis? Would
to- morrow evening BE-"
ITO morrow evening? Why, what,
is the boy thinking about? Now-this
minutel''
felt a creeping sensation in every
nerve of my body-very much the
feeling one must experience when he
draws near a powerful electric bat
terry.
''But [ am not exactly prepared
tomorrow would-'
'Fiddlesticks!' quoth the unfeeling
old gentleman. Nothing like the
present time. Kate's in the sitting
room now. Go in and remember that
faint heart never won fair lady,
Still I hesitated, but old Willis OPP
ened the door of the next apartment
and gave me friendly push, SO I en-
tered the presence of my fair enslaver
in rather an undignifed manner.
[ could perceive that Kate had just
been crying, and very pretty she
looked with the moisture yet tremb
ling on her long silken lashes.
The clock licked monotonously on
the manteIpiece; Kate played pen
sively with the ends of a ribbon, and
1 felt myself gradually getting into
profound perspiration. Still my WOO
ing remained in statu quo, while I
racked my brains to think of some
appropriate subject Of conversation.
Presently a loud "Hem!" from old
Willis in the adjoining room signified
his Misrepresentation of my taciturnity.
| plunged recklessly into speech, as a
man pulls the string of shower bath.
beautiful weather, miss!''
Kate looked up with little surpris
ed smile. Then for the first time I |
became conscious that the rain was
playing noisy tattoo against the
panes. Another long silence |
ensued, during which old Willis must |
nearly have taken the skin off his
throat. I didn't care, I was getting
desperate.
"Well, good evening, said, ], lat length,
rising with my hat in my hand.
''Shall-shau you be at home to-
morrow EVENING"" I faltered at the
'iCertainly."
s'Guess, I'll call then,'' I suffered,
N aking blind rush at the door, and
tum ding into the arms of old Willis,
who was suspiciously close by.
"Upon my word I'll ask her to-
morrow!" I gasped, "only let me go
this time"
The worthy man made no direct re-
ply, but as l shot down the garden |
steps, I heard him growl out, under
his breath:
COMPOUNDED blockhead!u