Gardnerville record. (Gardnerville, Nev.) 1898-1902, 1900-03-20
A Bottled Proposal.



Yet, If the nose be held tight between
The fingers, the busy scene might be
enjoy ed.
London makes its toilet later than
any other city. More shame TO it. But
yet on this particular morning romance
was not in the least wanting. Some
one was saying:
my dear Rose, of course | mean all
what's straight. How could anyone do
otherwise, my dear little woman?"
: The young man who thus spake was
a well-grooined creature, with some
what assertive air of gloves. ties and
yardenia in button hole. The gloss ON
his hat would have more than passed
muster in capel Court. His spats were
not unworthy of kempton Park. His
stick was IA triumph of hooked poetry.
and would have shed luster on the
Promenade aes Anglais in the height
of the Riviera season. Yet despite all
this, there was an over-smartness both
morally as well as physically which
was not by any means agreeable.
The girl he was speaking 10? Type
writer of the highest order personi-
fed.
So Miss Rose Johnson's Gig of Re
spectability was a Hansom's Patent
Safety.
So she evidently meant it TO be IN
derstood as the tale of love was being
told into her shapely ear this steam
ing hot morning by the dustbins Of
Threadneedle street.
Rose" again said the young man.
who was walking beside her with hi-
glove touching her elbow, Rose, how
can you doubt mea"
III you wanted to marry me-" she
answered. couldn't you have written
and said so?"-and, perhaps imper-
ceptibly even to herself. there was a
faint lowering of the iexter eyelid.
"But, then. you're lawyer, Mr.. Ster-
rimer. and lawyers are not overrash
at putting pen to paper"
"What a prosaie little darling you
are Haven't | publicly shown you
every attention.
"Yes, you gave me watch, ring, UNI
brella. before my cousins. Watch al
Richmond; ring at Box Hill, in the
Burford Bridge Gardens; umbrella at
the Holborn. when you stood that din
ner to Maude and me before we had the
box at the rivoli. But I'm busy now.
and have got to turn in. Ta-ta. Per
haps YOU will be round in the after
noon
"Good-by, darling" and the Young
lulcet tones as if he were asking taN-
ing clerk in chancery chambers net TO
knock off too many letters. But when
the girl had tripped away up the stone
steps OF her Office a somewhat serious
look shaded his face.
Think I'm going a bit too far.
Meeting the ma was rather stupid. l
don't think | gave myself away much
before the girls. But how nice she Is
and how nicely she does manage 10 take
care of her dear little self. Too risky.
though. j. Laurence Sterrimer, Esq.
Fellers who are rising professional men
don't want TO marry typewriters. Be
sides, you stand chance of getting
I Iouisa Rousenbaum. And 5000 shin
ing golden beans, dear boy, make
Good lift for good start"
He was YOU see. a careful young man.
who well knew how to take care of him
self. If he patronized a music hail
matinee-and he loved To do SO if sup
nlied with the gratnitous order = he
never it in i'm
His betting transactions
were few and far between, yet for
innate. The "Juepins," as he loved to
think. was n man after his own heart
TINT is he would not succeed in being
after his own pocket. He was the sort
of Young man who kept cigar case for
himself and IA cigarette ditto for his
friends. In his profession as solicitor
he was curiously smart. He could
snap Judgment or hold his own amidst
any OF The denizens of the Bear Garden
in the royal courts of justice.
Yet. for all that. such is the force of
love. vanity. inclination, or what not,
that that very self-same afternoon he
found himself seated alone with Miss
Rose johnson in the room where she
worked.
As usual. the youth told his tale of
love. The maid fiid not appear To be
coy.
sand do Won mean TO marry meo"
asked sweet Rose. IfIam SO ugly"-
Che smiled coouettisbly-.vou can Shut
vour eyes as you make your proposal
again. VIII Won saw. as You did before:
Dear Rose / love Won for vour beauty