, 1897-11-30
GEORGE TALKS SERIOUSLY.

Mabel you can trust me can't you?
TREMENDOUSLY, almost appealingly he
spoke, yet his deep bass voice seemed
to jar the windows.
Yes, George" replied the maiden,
I"
When | tell you" he broke in, that
| never loved any other girl, that |
never knew what love was-or is-till
| met you, that | never could love any
body else if | should live to be as old
as the hills-D. b.. Hill and Sam Hill
and hat since the very first day | met
you | have hardly slept a wink-people
don't wink when they sleep, but it
would be taking a base advantage to
pick me up On a technicality like that
Yes, George interposed the fair
young girl, in that low soft voice which
is so excellent a thing in women and
children, Il can trust you"
Il felt sure of it, fervently eX-
claimed the young man. Mabel Hark-
along, if the devotion of a whole life
time-what noise vas that"
1T must have been the echo. You
needn't talk so loud, George"
He drew a long breath of relief.
Il thought it was your father"
Il car hear you in a much lower tone.
George. You are sitting"-she measur-
ed the distance with her eye-"not
nor than a foot and n half away.
Blu that S near enough she added
hastily, as he showed immediate symp-
toms OF shortening the interval.
Mabel. why should"
The spirit of mortal be proud"
Don't interrupt me, young woman,
when l am talking seriously. 1t isn't
respectful. | am older than you.
-Four and a half years older. Why
should"
We mourn departed friends. or
shake at"
Again, Miss Harkalong. | must in
list on a respectful hearing"
HIS voice resumed the tremulous. ap-
1ealing on in which he had begun.
When two people-two persons-who
| am sure"
Don't assume too much. George"
why should trifles be allowed to
operate us? Mabel"
He calls a foot and a half" she MUIR
nured abstractly, "a %trifle!"
Mabel"
"Well?"
will you listen to me?"
What vas it you started to say?
I've forgotten"
Il was trying to find out why you
ant be serious with me for once. You
treat me as if | were a gourd-headed
dude. Have you ever seen me trying
10 smoke "A cane? Do | eve give you
The sky-scraping handshake? Do l wear
collars that make me throw my head
when | want to nod? Was | ever a
Columbian Guard? DO | talk like a
Broadway Englishman? Do | act like a
West Park policeman? You listen to
my tale of-of love as if | were telling
come Old story o had heard a hun
lred times
why. so it is Georgian old, old
story"
Mabel %Iiarkalong. You shall hear
me. You shall o treat me any long
err"
Il have never treated you in my life,"
she protested, ito anything. l am not
an advocate of woman's rights to such
an extent as that"
Once again, Mabel, tell me you trust
me-"
oh, yes, George" she said with a
slight yawn. Il trust you-as far as l
can sling a ~four-ycar-old mule by the
tail"
And George Strengthened up and
looked once more in front of him. He
had forgotten they were in a box at the
horse show.-Chicago Tribune.
There is a good old story of a gener-
al whose death was in a
newspaper by mistake-a circumstance
which annoyed him very much. He
called on the editor and demanded that
a contradiction be inserted in the next
issue. That, general was the edit
or's reply is quite out of the question.
We never apologize and we never with
draw a statement; but | tell you what
we will do for you. Wen put you in
the Births next week"
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F. A. NASH.