Santa Fe daily New Mexican. [volume] (Santa Fe, N.M.) 1885-1897, 1894-03-05
ALL A MISTAKE.
Poor Tom Was Not Quite So Bashful
She Thought Him.

Poor Tom Was Not Quite So Bashful as
She Thought Him.
She is discovered leaning over basket of
deep red roses
Poor TomP' she begins. HE is the most
uncertain man ever knew. Why, it is al
most one whole long year since met him,
and he has not proposed yet. Opportuni-
ties? Why, he has had plenty of them
Oh, he had just the grandest chance at Mrs
Browns balll We were In the conserva-
tory for fully half an hour. wore a per-
feet dream of gown-he was perfectly
calm and talked politics.
"Then, again. our rides before breakfast
in the park. And in my riding habit l am
really sublime. But he was dull and talked
Wall street. When think of the sails and
my white suit, Iconfess 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 Ohp'-desperately-"he is SO dis
gustingly distressing. shall not give him
another chance; and oh, Tom! dear old
Toni I would have accepted you"-sob-
bing"-but fate has decided against us.
You are lost to me forever I 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.
He enters the room little hastily.
She Gndifferently) All, Mr.. Revere, is
that you? did not hear you come in.
Eyes, Miss Heartwell."
do come and look at these beautiful
flowers Colonel White has sent me. Heis
such an adorable old gentleman, is he notp
|, for one, rather prefer an aged man. They
are so clever, social and captivating, and''
laughing" make such ideal lovers.
What exquisite taste the dear colonel does
show!"
TOO gaudy for refined taste, I venture
to say"
II think, Mr.. Revere, you have ventured
too far"-icily.
II 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 taxes from his coat bunch of violets
See, Miss Heartwell, what charming
taste the charming little widow, Mrs. JOY,
has. pleaded for flower. These violets
were ueF OWu CHOICE. "
Il detest violets The odor is too heavy,
I cannot remain in a room with them"
You surely would not have me discard
them?"-surprised.
II would"--madly. II tell you detest
them. l detest that Widow Joy. She is q
painted, made up, jealous woman"
But, Bessie"-
Wildly-"I tell you, Tom, hate her.
and if you are her friend you cannot be
mine-and the perfume of those violets is
making me faint-I feel'-
She leans back. He puts his arm around
Ter for support
Very softly-'Bessie."
"Tom"-tenderly.
Mrs. Joy does paint, Bessie. l believe
you. rubbed some off the other even
n.y."
You must have been very close" She
Travis herself from him.
II was, dear-we were dancing"
"Oh, Tom, dear old Tomr' He puts his
rms around her. "And, Tom, do think
Colonel White has very gaudy taste"
Eyes, dear"
And, Tom, do throw those violets away.
am faint from their odor."
cauAo1, uafllng. know they are your
avorite flowers This is the bunch you
ave me last night"
kissing the violets-"Oh, Tom, how could
our The dear, sweet, fragrant things!''
Il could, sweetheart, because because
why. Tomf"
Because love you. Is it yesS"
Softly-"Yes.
Now, Tom, darling, you shall know the
ruth Colonel White did not send me
hose flowers. Papa is ill. and his partner
emit them to him."
The dear, pretty flowersl What quiet
aste his partner has!'
Yes; quite refined, Tom."
Bessie, darling"
Eyes, my love-"
Say yes again"
Softly-"Yes Syracuse Herald.