The Middleburgh post. [volume] (Middleburgh, Snyder Co., Pa.) 1883-1916, 1896-02-27

that We we're worse enemies than
ever.
81 say we," continued Brown, "but
that is little too sweeping. BY what
process l know not, but from the mo-
ment I held her in my arms and
dragged her limp and dripping to
where her mother and brother could
lay hands on her, I felt-felt--"
| you're sure she hates you?"
~'Oh, l have no doubt of it," said
Brown. 81 called. and that call COM
pleted my downfall. 1 have
never had the same respect for myself
since"
"And you think she hates youP"
"By iove, | tell you she is getting
even with me for being the instru.
ment of fate to rescue her from the
waves. That CIR! would a thousand
times rather have died than owe her
life to my Efforts"
Van Tweet thought for the briefest
of moments, and then looked. up like
n physician who has reached con.
clusion at his patients bedside.
Brown" he said, "you are either
n fool or else you are perversely en-
| tertaining--I will not even say be-
! guiling-your heart with an interest
ing illusion. You know that the girl
loves you, or else you are SC blind
that it would be charitable to hold you
non compos mentis. Now, don't try
to bewilder my judgment with a mass
of pretty fancies conjured up just be-
cause the girl has too much good sense
to fling herself into your arms the first
time you knock at her door. Your
confounded pride does not allow you
to see that she is just as proud rs you
are; but the right ls all on her side,
and you are acting the part OF very
stupid ass, If you will pardon my
plalnness, for not stripping off this
unbecoming dignity at once and going
to her very humbly with plea for
pardon"
Pardon?" exclaimed Brown. az ask
pardon-I?"
Van Tweets eyes began to flash
| angrily. "See, here, old man." he
said, "this girl is far too good for you,
and you know it. Doyou stand there
and tell me that you love her, love
her to distraction, to rashness-
for you do-aud yet hold her too
cheaply to humiliato yourself by ask
ing her-what? whether she loves
you?"
But Brown insisted that he knew
what he knew, smotc the side Of his
| chair with his fist, and declared that
- hfn,, ,ytll o1tpr OH Ghn.
hated him, and was only waiting for
him TO humble himself, like the rest
of her suitors, so that che could give
him his quietus, aud pay him of for
having saved her life.
The next morning Miss Chisholm
received the following letter by mail
"My Dear Miss Chisholm-Will you
pardon me if l avail myself so late of
a long standing invitation to call, and
may hone home this
EVENING" Cordially yours,
''P. II. VAN TwEET.
Van Tweet found Miss Chisholm
both cordial and radiant. They talked
about the latest book of short stories.
They they switched off to discuss
operas and the visit of Partisan star,
and then Van Tweet brought Brown
on the tapis.
"You know Charlie Brown, of
course?" he began.
"Oh, very well. He favors me oc.
casionally with formal CALL" she
said.
Well, you ought 10 know him bet.
ter, said Van Tweet in his peculiar,
matter of fact way; che is really re-
marknble character. OF course you
read in to.dHy's Beagle how he acquit.
ted himself in that row last night?"
"A row-Mr. Brown?" asked Miss
Chisholm, with manifestation of
mild surprise. as Mr.. Brown in the
habit of engaging in rowsP"
Van Teet produced copy of the
Beagle and read:
shortly past eleven o'clock last
night Mr.. Charles w. Brown, the we'll
known clubman was going home. He
heard woman's voice calling for help
near the corner of Waldon street and
Verona avenue, which is rather dark
Nt that hour. Running in the direc-
tion oil the cries he saw three ruiiians
bending over the postrate body of an
old man, and young lady n short dis
tance away screaming for assistance.
s'Mr. Brown ran to the assistance of
the postrate man, dealing tho first ruff.
tian blow that sent him sprawling in
to the gutter, and giving the second n
love tap on the angle of the jaw that
made him forget the day of the week.
The third man clinched, but IN trice
Mr.. Brown had thrown the fellow over
his head and was complete master of
the situation. AS soon as the assail-
ants could gather themselves together
they hed, leaving Mr.. Brown in undis-
puted possession OF the field.
"Ihe facts developed by reporter
of the Beagle show that Mr.. II. X.