The Stark County Democrat. [volume] (Canton, Ohio) 1833-1912, 1900-06-05
A UNIQUE PROPOSAL.
He Happened Upon Girl Who
Was Interested In 1t Though
Not In Him.
The young man came nearer.

came to say this EVENING""
Il think you may, Mr.. Yipperly,"
came softly from her lips.
Then" he proceeded, II may venture
to hope that it will not wholly surprise
you. Mayhap, dear girl, your own heart
has told you already what it is.'
He placed his arm along the back Of
her chair, and observing that she did
not appear to shrink from it., he went
ahead.
mot with the boldness of one who
feels that he may presume upon a ia
vorable answer with absolute certainty
do l venture to ask the momentous
question now trembling on my lips, but
rather with the dread of a reply that
may forever blast all my hopes and
drive me forth a wanderer and a vaga-
bond upon the face of the earth! The
issue at stake is so tremendous, the
consequences so lasting and far reach
ing that one may well hesitate before
stalking ones all, If it may be so ex-
pressed, upon the cast of a die"
Slightly leaning forward she listened
with parted lips and clasped hands.
Therefore, beloved of my soul, may
have seemed as one who
either fears his fate too much,
Or his desert is small
inasmuch as 1 have not been entirely
free from the suspicion of being one
Furthermore,
Who will not put it to the touch,
To win or lose it ALL
but while endeavoring on the one hand
to avoid the imputation of unmanly
cowardice and on the other the equally
reprehensible and more offensive charge
of overweening confidence and self con-
ceit, I am impelled by a feeling
stronger than my own will to lay bare
my heart before you, once for all, and
end the suspense that is weighing upon
me-"
How beautifully you express your
self" she murmured.
Listen, Buenavista McCorkle! I'M
pressed with my own unworthiness as
l am, deeply sensible, as I must be, of
the inestimable value of the prize to
which aspire, yet dare in my folly to
rush in where an angel might fear to
tread. Gentle girl, your image pos
sesses my heart absolutely. Love like
mine would melt the heart of a marble
statue. For weeks I have seemed to
move in a dream. I could see your face
in the moon. Your eyes twinkled in the
stars. The winds, as they blew softly
through the trees, seemed to murmur,
'Buenavista! Buenavista" The birds
that sang beneath my window twitter-
ed, 'Buenavista! Buenavistar and their
music echoed in the chambers of my
soul. The clouds, as they moved ma
q
"Oh, how beautiful
took your form and seemed to
beckon me and yet mock me as with a
vision of the unattainable. In my
dreams, when sleep has ended my vigils,
I have seen you as a Greek goddess and
worshipped you afar off with despair
ing deathless devotion"
Have the conductors on the elevated
roads as they mumbled out the names of
the streets seemed to say 'Buenavista!
Buenavista!, too?"
What mean you, Miss McCorkle?"
"Have the frogs in the marshes, offer
ing their evening prisons, preathed into
the raptured ear of night the smoothly
flowing name of McCorkle! Nc
Corkle?"
"Why, let me ask. Miss McCorkle,
have you let me make such a blooming
idiot of myself if you intended to give
me the clammy hand in this style
Did you think I was practicing for a
high school exhibition"
"Oh, no, Mr.. Yipperly, I have enjoy
ed it greatly. I think, taking it alto
gether, yours is one of the most gorge
Gus and spectacular declarations of love
I ever listened to. Why did I let you
run on so long? Because, Mr. Yipperly,
I am making a collection of proposals
of marriage, and thought yours would
be valuable addition. 1t is. 1t is abso-
lutely unique. You don't know how
grateful am for it, as work Of art"
The young man removed his arm
from her chair, thrust his hand into an
inner pocket and brought forth folded
manuscript.
For fear you might not remember it
in all its majesty and beauty Miss Nc
Corkle," he said, tossing it into her lap,
"allow me to give 1t to you in full, in
typewriter form. You will see that you
missed the really eloquent, binding
part of 1t. The peroration would have
made your hair curl"
II hope, Mr., Yipperly, you will not al
low this to-"
"I shant lose an ounce of flesh or a
wink of sleep over it. hired literary
chap who was hard up to write that
thing for me, Miss McCorkle. No, you
can keep 1t. I've got another copy some
where. have tried that production on
five or six other girls, and it's had the