Wheeling register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1878-1935, 1901-07-24
HOW HE PROPOSED.


TITS not lawn ouid Ireland I'm cryin'
It's not LAWN my own native land,
But it's lawn the arms of my Pollywog
With never kiss of her hand
And so singing Miss Jenny Van
Kortland, New York belle, sat herself
down upon a rock, and began trimming
her companions light summer hat very
artlstically with oak leaves, poking
an absurd twig in here and there to
render the effect, as she expressed 1t,
more dlstingne.
WAS Pollywog a man or a woman?
asked the young gentleman, whom you
may call Tom willing IL you want to,
and who lay at the girls feet watch
ing her, and phiosophically chewing
grass.
Goose. Pollywog was woman, OF
course; and her lover was obliged TO
leave the country without bidding her
good-by, suppose and he was awfuliy
In love with her, so he was, which
is more than you will ever be with
anybody-flrt!
"Ah-" and Tom began on another
blade OF grass.
YES. Now sit up and let me put
your hat on. See how delightful 1t
looks Sit, up, sir. Done lie there like
meditatiye sheep"
Tom, thus admonished, lifted himself
to a sitting position. you don't mean
to say you're going to make a fellow
wear that thing, he said, gazing at the
| hat. which now bore a strong resem-
blance to a sort Of dimInutive oak tree.
Certainly; and you ought to feel very
much obliged to Miss Van Kortland for
dressing II up so prettily, instead of
laughing at her in that ungrateful
way"
ooh, I do; excessively so. Let me
see It a moment" and he held out his
hand
mo. I'm going to put 1t on your
head myself, and then you must not
touch it,"
please let me look at it first. I will
only admire it.
YOU can admire it in the glass when
you get home. Now hold your head
still. There, That looks charming.
ut feels like the deuce" observed
Tom, rather ruefully.
Don't swear"
Deuce is not swearing, Is 1t
Certainly. Now let's go up through
the woods and find out where the rest
of the party is. 1t must be almost time
to go home" and in spite OF the young
gentleman's assertions that it was only
two o'clock, and that he was positive
he could never climb up that hill un-
less he rested there another hour, Miss
Jenny drew her light shawl about her
shoulders, and taking Toms cane In
one hand and her vinaigrette in the
other certainly a combination of arti-
cles which would never occur to any
one but a young woman, began to
make her way through the woods, UP
the incline.
BIT though the worthy daughter OF
the Van Kortlands was of an ambitious
and adventurous disposition, she had
not succeeded in climbing many feet
above the level of the creek near which
they had been sitting before she came
to large rock, upon whose top abe
fancied it would be we'll to rest for a
while-say for Ave minutes-and sin
clutching rather frantically after a
hemlock bough, with which to assist
herself to tempting seat near by, the
vinaigrette dropped from her hand. and
rolling slowly and gracefully outward,
settled itself in the most content.ed
manner possible on the very edge of
the rock.
Good gracious" exclaimed the young
lady. There go my salts"
There go what?" said her escort,
who was somewhat behind and had not
noticed the little incident.
Drop a tear on his bier" quoth Tom,
who was by this time pretty far out,
and was stretching his hand cautiously
toward the viniagrette. Presently the
hand went down over the bottle, and
the next moment the owner of the
hand. distressing to relate, also went
down-over the rock. An Immediately
following splash certified to all above
that Mr. Thomas Willing of I'll Wal
nut street, Philadelphia, but at present
visiting in a picturesque town near
New York. had descended into the
stream.
Jenny was UP in an instant; she
could not help a slight scream escaping
her as she saw the sudden disappear
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