Sullivan republican. [volume] (Laporte, Pa.) 1883-1896, 1895-01-25

Ak&usSsa'i0EszA all fall down and
adore mademoiselle no?"
The Belle--''No, not all the men.
Some of them. Enough of them
(Sighing). Too many of them.
The Maid--"That is good. Made
moiselle has embarrassment of choice. .
The Belle" an embarrassment
of choice. Yon speak truly, Celeste.
| (Sighing again). 1t is that which
makes me--but, bah! why think OF il
all? I suppose it is the experience ol
all girls like me in society, with for
tune, a face and facile tongue.
There! That will do for tonight,
Celeste; I am going to sit up for
little. may read and may write,
cannot say"
The Maid (horrified) )--"But made
moiselle has already lost SO much OF
the beauty sleep"
The Belle--sI am restless. Be-
sides, if all be true that men have
told me tonight, I do not need it.
Good night, Celeste"
The Maid-"Good night, mademoi'
selle!" Exit maid.
The Belle (alone)-''Five proposals
in one night. That is, counting one
that suppose does not-ought not to
count. Four of them at any rate such
as girl in her second season should
Jump at. AS for the fitth-well,
won't think of it, mean, if I can helr
it won't. Yet-but what nonsense
Let me review the others. First came
old Totterly. Sixty years old he said
he was. He is eighty, if he is day.
Worth four millions, he said. That
part is probably true. But, oh! Lei
us pass on to the next. Philip Eyer.
ton Denning, the writer and thinker
the literary lion Of the season. Funny
he should fancy me. like him, too,
myself. J. cannot help admiring his
intellect, and 1 feel that should
always respect him. Yet-(muses sew.
eral minutes, then sishs). Who next
Oh, yes. Laughing heartily. Imus'
not forget him. Lord Tuffnut, the
latest British importation, who did
me the honor to offer me, with 6
monocle in one fishy eye, his title, his
mortgaged estates and the family
tree that, in its time, has borne or
abundance of just such ovcrripe fruit
as he is. And for what? My youth
beauty, and money. Nonsense. Next.
Ahem! The same thing, in measure
only of our own manufacture. Tracy
de Puyster Van Trefer, of the mos
cerulean of blue blooded Knicker
booker stock. Truly our country hal
reached wonderful height in her in
dustries when she can turn out any
thing SO nearly like the English arti
Gle, even to his morals. as Tracy d.
Puyster Van Treffer There they are
all of them, labelled to the best posi-
BILE advantage. All-except Jack
Poor Jack Well, 1 might as we'll lis
him. Jack Willoughby. Something
down town. Poor as church mouse
handsome as Apollo, and true as steel
All, we'll ! (sighing) suppose I must
not think of him. 1t is lucky, though
that some one interrupted us when h
proposed, or l might have said yes.
was overcome with the heat of The
ball room; and when he put his arm
around me, and whisperingly begged
for an answer, felt SO weak, for thu
moment, that don't think l shoult
have had strength to refuse him. Blu
somebody came, somebody alway
does, and l suppose l am safe.
promised them oil an answer in week
An embarrassment of choice, Celest
said, (Closes her eyes and thinks. u
A half hour or more passes, durin!
which the belle appears to sleep. Sud
denly she opens her eyes.
The Belief must have slept. Bu
nothing in my dreams seemed to offe
me any help. Oh, dear! Is ther
anything or anybody that can sho,
me what to do?"
A voice-"There is"
The Belle (startled)-"Good gra
ciousl What was that?"
, A Voice-''Don't bc frightened. ]
was l."
The Belle (still more alarmed)- i
"But who are you? Where are you? !?
A Voice-"Your MIRROR"
The Belle-"But, good heavens
Mirrors cannot speak,"
The Mirrors can do
great many more things than peopl
give them credit for. We reflect
why should We not speak? That "
can do SO is proved by my talking I
you now. have listened TO all yo'
have thought and would help you"
The Belle ttrembling)-"was
thinking aloul?"
The Mirror-"No. But you eanno
think aud look into my face withou
every thought being known to IN.