The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1897-01-31
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i know that he admitted. ''but co.,.
times. You know, my dear Miss Primo
man cannot always have what he Wa
As long as l was bachelor, Miss Pr i-'ss'
could DO as pleased, but l am m h.
married, at least l hope so. and Won -. oe
mans wife sometimes differs vvitb Low
on what may seem to the world AT la ',rIil
to be quite trivial points," se
Married,
AT one blow all her castles were throw
to the earth, with not so much as a corr,
standing to show that they had ever boer
other than crumbling ruins.
True he had never said anything da6
nitely to her, but there is so much noro
in what IL never said, and daily orr ~
the unspoken affinity which surely existe5
between these two eongenial people ~
more foolish woman had construed sucL
hopes as women cherish to the end ~
time. That he had thought enough of hsr
to warrant these hopes, a thousand tbon.
sand wordless witnesses testified.
Now thus i'll the very midst of the vnrl
that he had given her to do for him. and
that she loved to do because it was far
him, the blow fell.
''Yes?" she responded to his statement in
the faint pathetic questioning that fills a
| woman's voice when she is thus called
upon to face her hearts doom, and her
hands unconsciously sought to go on with
her work.
Yes. Miss Prince" he said, with M
sound of sympathy in his voice, "and
am pretty sure my wife will not permit
you to remain here as my typewriter. I
| may say" and he simpered again. as
my pretty typewriter"
She never SO kmuch as saw the shipper
and in that far MFR. Blinker should have
thanked his good fortune.
Il have Thought the matter all over"
he continued. sand l leave it to you a.
a fair minded woman whether it is nv du.
ty to gain wife and lose a typewrite-
or vice versa?"
BY this time she had recovered from
| the primary shock. She had even begun
| to wonder how he had ever mustered up
| sufficient courage to propose to Ehe future
| Mrs. Blinker. She even went further and
made up her mind that the lady was a
widow, and had used the traditional wiles
of the widow on the unsuspecting and
| bashful Mr.. Blinker.
| by all means, MIR. Blinker," she said
| coldly, gain the wife. The world is full
of typewriters, but it is not every day
that man can get wife. At least such
wife as you deserve" and in spite OF
herself there was something soft in her
| tone that she did not want to be there.
Mr.. Blinker noticed it, too. but he didn't
stop to comment upon it,
| Good for you, Miss Prince, he laugh
ed. Il knew you were woman of sense"
She shrank as If she had been touched
| with hot iron.
Thank you. Mr.. Blinker." she said
Now, if you please, we will go on with
our work"
1t had seemed as if lifetime had passed
| since she had written the last word, and
| as she bent down over it, as if the better
to see what it was, tear fell upon the
line.
This Mr.. BIinker also observed, but said
nothing, seeming to enjoy it.
Before we do, Miss Prince" he said
may I ask favor at your hands-a
| promise?'
What is it--yes?" she answered.
Mr.. Blinker braced himself.
THAT, II this woman whom 1 am soon
to ask formally TO be my wife, he said
SHOULD refuse me, that you will marry
me-"
For an instant the girl looked at him.
then she rose to her feet. her eyes fairly
blazing. @t'ft
/ Mr.. Blipker saw that the tigress was
about to spring, ana he was frightened.
wait, stop" he exclaimed, holding up
his hands as if to shield himself from the
blow. Hold on, till 1 tell you who the
woman is. It's you, Miss Prince-you-
| you-you! Won't you marry me? VIII
you be my wife? Haven't you always
known 1 didn't care a darn for any wo-
man on earth but you? Ruth, darling,
don't look at me like that!'
Mr.. Blinker was going all to pieces NEIL
tally and emotionally, and the young wo-
man took pity on him, for it dawned up
on her all at once that the more bashful
a bachelor is the more ridiculous he IS
in love, and the only way to prevent
is to accept it on the spot.
Which she did, and MIR. Blinker never
had another pretty typewriter.
w. r. Lambton.