The Butler weekly times. (Butler, Mo.) 1881-1918, 1899-07-13

Der that-too sure"
"Poor fellsw! Jealsus!'' was Mr..
Fitzgerald's comment.
Tom. immediately after leaving
the "city chap" posted of as quick.
ly as he could to Alice. He found
her at home.
Now see here, Alice" he said,
"you know l love you, and you have
promised to marry me, but if you
love that Fitzgerald better than you
do me, why say SO, and-otherwise-I
you must give up flirting with him,
for I cannot stand it any longer"
"Why, Tom, dear, you're jealous
again. I'm ashamed of you, am" |
"Its enough to make a saint ieal- |
ous," growled Tom. "Why, Alice, |
1 have been compelled to sit and |
listen to him talk in the coolest way
about you. He told nae he was com.
ing here to night to propose, and
you would accept him"
"He did-did he?" quietly.
"And not only that, but when l
asked him if he was sure of being
accepted, he said of course he
was"
"And you. Tom, dear
II told him there was such thing
as being too sure"
"Well, Tom, dear, I confess. I
did invite him to call tonight; but [
didn't think-never mind. We will
see about the other matter"
Then she went out on the landing
/ and called:
r "Aunty! Aunty."
, And, in response to the call, Aunt
Dinah came up.
For nearly an hour the three
, Alice, Tom and the old colored wo-
4 man sat talking together.
s Joseph Fitzgerald. Esq, was all
: prepared to call on Miss Devine. 1t
had taken him half an hour to fix
j his hair, Notwithstanding his head
u was slightly bald. 20 minutes being
|. passed in admiring himself in the
r lookingglass.
d The night was very dark.
The door of the house on the hill
q was opened for him by someone he
= could not see, for no light was burn
Q ing in the hall or parlor, into which
b he was marched.
lis better thus" he said tc
70 himself, s'tar better that there is NJ
n light The darkness is preferable
@ Someone deeply yelled came t.
IF greet him, and soon they were seate'
on the sofa.
Is Not a word had as yet been spo
z. ken; but now MIR. Fitzgerald poure'
ls out his tale of love.
|. "Oh, dearest, love you-loye yo'
is madly!" he said. SIS my love-ca
g, hope it is returned
,r No answer; but Mr.. Fitzgeral
,e could tell that the being by his sid
e. was deeply agitated.
ar Il have loved you since first say
you, dearest and fairest of girls, b
4 went on. Loved as man me- re
4. loved before. Oh, do not say 20
n. DC not love me-neyer can be mine
til But say, oh, say you will marry M
g. Will you, oh, will you, darling, /
my own dear wife?"
N He waited for an answer
II came in a voice that was VI
-. Unstable:
=, '.say young man wha' ye mean b
ne insultin a respectable culIed pusso
1T this way, hey, sab"
in At the same instant up went tt
as LIGHT, and there before the astonisl
- ed lover stood Alice and Tom, ar
. in arm. while by his side, with Il
veil thrown off her face, sat tt
en- s.fairest and dearest of girls"-Aul
of Diuah.
i Tableaui
,o Joseph Fitzgerald, Esq, compr
= hended the whole thing IN glanc
He saw he had been duped, and
ng made one dash out of the door, ht
an in hand, and disappeared next NOR
ed ing on the early train to New 1or
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