Connecticut western news., 1895-09-19
CANAAN, CONN, THURSDAY, SEPTEMBER 19,

but now shall say goodby with un- feigned pleasure, and in parting will feel peculiar delight in telling you that the happy man is your friend MT. Eos. ter, and that he asked me only yesterday to be his wife, and took this walk with you to tell you so and did not do so be- cause, as you are well aware, you took up all the time at my disposal with the absurdly important question you had to ask me-"
 What further remarks she might h. we made have no means of knowing, but they would no doubt have gone much further, for in an angry woman's game with language she plays without limit, but fortunately for my self esteem we were startled at that moment by the shouts of party coming over a So nd hill to our left, and by the time we had made @ rapid change in our outward show of temper the crowd was upon us. They had come out in search of us to join party for a sail, and among the searchers were MT. Foster and Miss Nor ton. Under the circumstances 1t was not a difficult matter for Miss Allen and my self to effect an interchange of escorts, and accompanied Miss Morton back to the hotel, leaving Miss Allen to the ten der mercies of her fiance.
 As Miss Morton and I followed in the wake of the returning procession l made myself particularly gay, and she seemed to appreciate me more than she had ever done.
 "What color you have today, Mr. BrytingP' sine exclaimed as she looked at me with admiring eyes.
 "I wasn't aware of it, really" re- piled, with culpable lack of truth in my words, for I knew must be flushed aft CT what I had just gone through, not withstanding the fact that I could feel my face burning as if had been stand ing in the hot sun bareheaded.
 Well, you have," she continued, "and it makes you handsomer than I ever saw you before.'
 Possibly" I said, speaking slowly and with evident feeling, Git is because the full sunshine of your kind1iness has never shone on me before and given me it's radiance. :"
 "Oh, she exclaimed, "this is perfect ly deiciousl You talk just like char acter in a novel
 Ills it novel for man to love beau tiful woman?' asked, looking squarely into her eyes, and thinking how much prettier than Miss Allen she was.
 "Are you in love?" she asked, with charming naivete.
 At this moment we were a hundred yards or more behind the party, and it was five minutes after II o'clock a. m.
 "Oh, Myrtle,'' I said, with fervor I did not think I was capable of, "don't you know that am in love, and don't you know with whom? Haven't you seen every day for weeks that you held my heart in thrall, and that you were its queen? Don't you know, Myrtle, that 1 have been waiting for and wishing and hoping for the propitious time when I could tell you this? Now, I am soon to go back to my work, to the dark and dismal town, and before go won't you give me your heart to take the place of mine you have taken away that it's light may make sunshine along all the paths of the future my footsteps may fall upon? Tellme. Myrtle, tell me?' And in my wild ardor caught her hand in mine and kissed it.
 "Oh," she exclaimed, snatching it away, "don't do that! "They'n see us
 "What do I carer" replied "An honest love fears no criticism.
 "I know, know" she stammered, "but you musn't talk love to me. I can # listen to you now Jack Roster and I are engaged He asked me yester- day and we are to be married in Decem- ber 1"
 And it was 15 minutes after II o'clock a. m.-Exchange.