Santa Fe daily New Mexican. [volume] (Santa Fe, N.M.) 1885-1897, 1897-08-21
A BIG BLUNDER.

1.-The most charming girl in the world!
said Mr., Baltic emphatically.
Chats what all Of EN- says" said his
friend Nicholas Peckley, who rejoiced in
the glazing fact that he was an old bach
elor past all redemption. "It's quite sur
prising what number of most charming
girls there are. WE'LL Baltic, l wish you
joy, I'm sure"
Mr.. Baltic rubbed his hands compla
Gently.
"You sec" said he, "she is a rose, as
one may say, in the full bloom is my
Myrtilla, just 27."
"She looks all of that said his friend
obviously.
"Envious dog!' thought Baltic to him
self as he trotted briskly down the street.
And thus meditating Mr.. Brutus Baltic
turned his steps to the casket that con-
tanned his hearts jewel-in other words,
the house whore Miss Myrtilla Hopkinson
lived.
The front door was open, SO Mr.. Baltic
walked oomplaoently in, with the air of a
man who feels himself thoroughly and en-
tirely at home, and tiptoed up the stairs.
l'col gin, IL S5lfO IlCi oul piisCJ
said Mr.. Baltic to himself.
Miss Myrtilla sat at the parlor table,
her back toward the door, busly employed
in reading letter, while around her lay
scattered pens, ink and paper and the par
aphernalia of epistolary occupation.
Gone of my notes" thought the love
smitten swain, but while these thoughts
passed through his mind board creaked
a warning. Miss Hopkinson looked
around with little Shrek
My goodness gracious!' cried Myrtilla,
jumping up.
II have caught you," cried Mr.. Baltic,
playfully making a grasp at the note
But Miss Hopkinson evaded his move
ment and thrust the note under pile Of
newspapers.
But as she did so Mr.. Baltic perceived
to his indispensable surprise and dismay
that the billet, although i'll an unmistaka-
bly, masculine hand, was none of his pen
ming
"MyrtillaP' he exclaimed reproachfully.
ooh, Brutus, dear, how you startled
my poor nerves!' cooed Myrtilla, tripping
forward, with outstretched hands.
Before Mr.. Baltic could select appropri-
ton from his sweetheart the tete-a-t ete
was unfortunately interrupted by the en-
trance of Myrtilla's married sister. But
| as they parted on the staircase Mr.. Baltic
| said:
"Myrtilla, when 1 came this after
| noon
Yes dear" purred the fair enslaver.
--"you were reading a letter--a letter
| from gentleman.
| Miss Hopkinson colored.
"Brutus, you surely don't doubt mol"
"Will you let me see the letter."
"No."
| Mr.. Baltic banged out of the house.
Miss Hopkinson dissolved into tears.
"Oh, dear! Oh, dear! Oh, dear!' she
| bewailed herself "What shall do?''
Mr.. Baltic went home in towering
| passion of jealous rage and penned note
which would have done no discredt to any
tragedy hero in the land:
False one, give you "a hours for an explana
ton. If at the expiration of that period you
still persist in refusing to show me your clan
destine correspondence, shall regard our mu.
tual relations at an end. B. B.
IT rather think that will bring her
around, if anything will, +" he said to him
self "And l won't post it either. I'll
leave it at the door myself"
The dusk was only family illuminated
by here and there the yellow CLEAN of an
occasional gas lamp when Mr.. Baltic stalk
ed up to the residence of Miss Hopkinson
once more. Two figures were at the area
gate-a woman and a man whispering in
the twilight
"Good!'' thought Mr.. Baltic. otis
Bridget and her young man. I'll give my
note to Bridget" But as he approached
the dread certainty stole over him that it
was not Bridget and her lover, but Myr-
tilla nd-and-who9
Stricken, as it were, to stone, he watched
Myrtilla give the man money He heard
hurried sentences exchanged. He saw the
villain creep away, like serpent, through
the dusk.
Now was the moment for action.
"Woman!" he cried, bouncing forth on
the unconscious Miss Myrtilla. ~ have
detected your maneuvers at last Quick,
give me the packet of letters he handed
you! saw him!"
"Iwill die sooner!'' screeohed Miss Myr-
tilla.
In the conflict the box fell TO the ground,
It's lid separating itself and rolling away.
Something clinked out upon the pavement.
Brutus stopped to pick it up. 1t was a
double set of false teeth
Myrtilla sank on the area step, hid1ng
her face in her hands.
SIS this allf' said Mr.. Baltic.
"All!" echoed Myrtilla. ooh, Brutus,
would have persisted sooner than let you
knowp'
"And that-that Villain
WAS the dentists young man," sobbed
Miss Hopkinson.
"My Myrtilla! And that notep"
Don't look at me SO, Brutus. 1t was
the dentists bill. And now know you
hate me'
'Not at ALL DEAR" said Mr. Baltic
raising his fearful betrothed. "Let me
whisper you secret-mine are false too. :"
And so Cupid, the little god Of love,
folded his wings peacefully above the
empty box which had once held Myr.!lla
Hopkinson complete set Of "uppers and
lowers. Exchange.