The Newberry herald and news. (Newberry, S.C.) 1884-1903, 1897-10-05
LOVERS PROPOSALS
HOW THEY ARE MADE ON TaE sTAaR
AND In LITE
The Roal Thing 10 Said sta Iavel,e Some
Slang, Considerable HaIaor and GOOD
Deai OF Nervousness,
From tho Chicago Record. |

SSS SEAAAf3 "S eSoASSo~
in the production Of very pretty
society play. In the third act Of the
play he had proposal soene with
young woman for whom he felt some
thing moro than passing regard.
The lines of tho proposal scene
were full Of music and passion. It
was agreed that the young man
spoke them remarkably we'll. In
fact, at least one hundred people
told him he oughtto give up his pre-
sent vocation Giving with his father)
and go on the "real stage"
Tho girl was seated on a sofa
sighing over bouquet of flowers he
had sent her, when he entered L. U.
e., came down tho stage a few stops,
hesitated, and then walked resolutely
toward the sofa, and began, standing
behind the girl. Tho stage lover
usually stands behind the object Of
his regard and pours hia appeal over
her left shoulder.
He-"Doraw
She-"Oh, Mr. Valentino, how you
startled me-"
He--(aside)-"My howorss"
She--"I was thinking of you just
now"
He-'"rhinking of mes'
She-"Th,nking o.
He--"Yes."
Shell mean--that i waa aanir~
ing these flowers you sent zoe. Are
they not beautiful"
He~-"I thought them beautiful
when plucked them this morning.
They were fresh with dew and OK
haled sweet fragrance in the morn
ing air. Thought them beautiful
because-because you were not
there, Dora. See, they are dropping
already. Perhaps it is because they
are shamed by tho presence of lowell.
ness which surpssses theirs, even
She-"Mr. Valentine, what are you
saying'"
He--'"l am saying what my heart
prompts me to say, l am ssyipg
that which would have said the
first tiue I ever say you. Unworthy
though am-I-Dora, I love you"
She-"Mr. ValentineI"
He--"Don't turn away, Dora, Lis
ten to me-. must teu twill tell it
even though you sp~rn mo and send
me away forever. 7 have loved you
since that fret day at Porn Lodge.
You wore simple gown Of white
The sunshine WAS in your hair. You
gave me one glance. 1t went to my
heart. I almost otnggered from tho
sweet pleasure Of that moment.
Something told me that you were tho
woman must love forever, come
veal, como voc. tried TO speak to-
you, but could not You remem.
berf"
She (plucking u rose to pieces }->-
eyes"
He-"Then came tho cruel seps-
ration. I went far away, but the
image Of your sweet face went with
me-the hope of securing you again
was the one bencon light which
shone for me in that lonely land out
yonder. have heard Of mon seek
ing for forgeteulness--why, Dora, I
would not have forgotten that day
for all tho treasures Of earth. Eyen
when fate seemed to decree that
should never SEQ you again, even
when felt in my anguish that you
had forgotten me-that you had
never loved mel lived upon the
memory of that day. said to my.
self: Seas and mountains may d.
vide, but love car reach to the ends
Of the universe threw defiance
back to fate. cried out; 4 love
her, and naught can forbid my
loye!-- Dora, wo meet again.
como to you,> and [ lay at your feet
a love that cannot be changed by
the markings of time; r. love stronger
than death itself. do not presume
to be worthy Of your love, but can
not live without telling you that you
are the woman whom + have loved,
whom I III lst love without eeasina,
until time shall be no more. You