The Philipsburg mail., 1895-10-31
PHILIPsBURG GRANITE COUNTY, MONTANA
WOOING A WIDOW.
After Considerable Experience Mr.. Peter
kin Found the Right Method.


After Considerable Experience Mr.. Peter
kin Found the Right Method.
u bnve often wondered" said Squire
Ben, why it was that some women are
overwhelmed with suitors, SO to speak,
while others have not solitary one.
There is something queer about it, but
perhaps it comes from perfectly natural
conditions, but of which we are un-
aware. And this reminds me of q
story. Some thirty-odd years ago-I
don't know exactly how many, but it
was some time during the war--I heard
story which returned soldier was
reading in newspaper to little
group around him, to their great en-
joyment. The story made such an i'm
preston op me that haven't forgotten
it, and will tell it in outline.
MIR. s. G. Peterkin was a prosper
Gus young man Of business in New
York city, who got ahead in spite of
his constitutional modesty This was
his way in society more than in trade;
he was afraid Of women more than
men. For long, long time he had
set his heart upon a lovely young lady
named Violet, He often called upon
her. and resolved again and again to
offer his heart and hand, but as often
that heart failed him. At last he be-
came alarmed by the fact that the
dashing Capt. Latham, of one of the
sound steamers, was often at the house
when he called to see Violet. At last
he could not bear the suspense any
longer, and he ventured, with much
hesitancy and awlswardness, but with
do-or-dic determination, to ask her to
be his wife. With remarkably GOODNESS
she replied:
= You should have spoken long ago,
Mr.. Peterkin; I have been engaged to
Capt. Latham for some time past, and
we are to be married very shortly.
am sorry to disappolnt you, but we
will be as good friends as ever, and YOU
must come to see me just the same.
The captain will always be glad.to
have your company.
"Pcterkin went away sorrowful. But
brighter day soon dawned, for with
IN three months after they were mar
ried the captain fell off the steamer in
fog on the sound and was drowned.
"
have the widow. year of mourning
wore slowly away. He kept his eye on
the widow, but would not insult the
memory of the dead by proposing until
a decent interval had passed The
year ended, and be laid his heart again
at the little feet of Viol,t She heard
him quietly and gently rernarkcd: 'My
dear Mr.. Peterkin, | am sorry to dis
appoint you again, but for the last six
months have been engaged to DR.
Jones It was hard for me to make up
my mind between him and his friend,
the handsome Lawyer Bright, but DR..
Jones was SO good to me while was
sick in the winter, after my husbands
death, that promised him | would be
his at the end of the year
So poor Peterlzin retired once more:
the Widow Latham became Mrs. DR..
Jones. and SO remained while the dis
conf ted Peter]1in wished the doctor
might take enough of his own pills to
make an END OF him. Time passed on.
PeterSin was walking down Broadway
one day, while not far ahead of him he
saw two men, one of whom he knew to
be this hated DR.. Jones' A large fat
stone was being hoisted to the coping of
a new building; the ropes gave way; it
fell and instantly killed the two men.
'Peterkin rose to the emergency of
the moment. For the dead he could be
of no avail. His thoughts were on the
widow. He turned, he ran, he flew, to
her abode. When she entered the
room where he awaited her he began:
My dear Mrs. Jones, | bring you
dreadful news. / was walking on
Broadway, when I saw stone fall
from house upon your poor husband,
and he is dead, but you must let me
comfort you. | beg you, now, to be
Violet, at last
Dear Mr.. Peterl1in, / am SO sorry,
but when Or. Jones and Mr.. Bright
were both begging me to marry, 1 took
the doctor and promised Mr. Bright If
anything happened TO Jones l would
eftalnly be his. So you see am en-
gagged. am sorry, for think great
Of you, my dear Peterkin.'
"Peterkin was very calm and self
contained. He said: And will YOU
promise to be mine when the lawyer is
no more?' Certainly l will, with all
my heart aud soul. Then come to my
arms, my Violet, for the same stone
that killed the doctor was the death of
Bright, and you are mine at lastn"-
-Boston Herald.
PERRI ES