The people's journal. (Pickens, S.C.) 1891-1903, 1902-12-04
MIR. BEES WAX
AND ANGELINA.

They Are Engaged After Niue
EIoquencc Was Expended o
His Part.
: Charleston News and Courier.
Mr.. Nathan Bceswax called TO sc
Miss Angelina Carraway last night
Mr.. BeesWax has been icrccly in low
with Angelina since he met he
several weeks ago at the Isle of Palms
lie has never, however,, been able t,
talk business to her from matrimo
NAL viewpoint, as he is about to 90 in
to the hands of receiver. But tn,
way ne loved Angelina, the deep
seated, yearning alteration with which
he regarded her, took the edge Off his
appetite and made him morosc and
taciturn.
Last night they sat on the sofa in
the parlor. Mr.. Beeswax had decided
to reveal the nature Of his malady.
Papa was upstairs smoking a cigar and
thinking about freight rates. Mamma
was in the dining room placing the
soilod supper dishes on the side table,
80 old Betty could wash them early the
next morning. Aunt Laura was i'm the
sitting room reading letter from hor
married sister, who lives in Lowndes-
vile, S. G. Little Harry, Angelina's
young brother, was on tho front
vcranda poking his hand in Bruno's
mouth to see if he would bite.
Angelina" begged Mr.. Becswax
softly, &C. want to tell you something.
l want TO tell you that my system is
crowded with love and the standing
room-only sign has been hung out. l
can't look at you without sort of
swelling sensation in my throat. pvc
never been in love before and it's
going hard with me. l have all kinds
OF curious symptoms. l saw you walk
ing up King street yesterday with that
gimletheaded Willie you cali Mr..
Charlie, and the cold sweat came out
of me in geyser-like streams. l can't
stand the agony much longer. If the
worst comes to the worst there is al
ways way out of it. A gulp of laud-
anuml a deep slecp--and tho follow
ing headline in The News and Courier
the next morning: Last Flashes
from the Wires: Mr.. Becswax IS no
more.' Then my home paper, the
Burgsvllle Daily Astonlsher, will print
the sad story under this head: tMr.
Becswax Seeks Suicides Grave. The
Details
"Oh, Mr.. Bceswax," cried Angc-
lima, with shudder, "don't even hint
such horrible thing. 1 can't stand
It'll"
Darling, come hiIhcr: / believe
you do care for me about thirty cents
worth, y SAID Mr.. Beeswax, unlimbering
his right arm.
" Mr.. Beeswax, please stop" r
Stop what? Oh, that's all right.
You don't want TO worry about trillcs.
1t will shorten your life if you do"
Mr.. Beeswax, you are the most
awful man l ever met. No, l won't
either. You sit over yondor and be
good"
" Well, if 1 have to occupy this
chair" said Mr.. Beeswax, taking the
seat assigned to him, might just as
we'll bo talking to you over the long
distance telephone. can see plainly
enough you don't like me. wish 1
was dead.'
Angelina gazcd out the window and
said nothing.
"You've quit speaking to me, have
your" continued, Mr.. Beeswax, in an
aggrieved tone. Woman, don't
tamper with my affections. Despora-
ton is gnawing at my vitals. Dost
thou not know that lovers and mad
men have such seething brains, such
shaping fantasies, that apprchcnd
more than cool reason ever compre-
hends. Hear mo, for The Shakespeare
in my system has caught fire 'Thc
lunatic, the lover and the poet are of
imagination all compact. One sees
more devils than vast hell can hold
that ia the madman; the lover, all as
frantic, sees Helen's beauty in brow
of Egypt. The poets eye, in fine
frenzy rolling, doth glance from
Heaven to earth, from ear tn to Heaven
and, as imagination bodies forth the
forms of things unknown, the poets
pen turns them to shape, and gives to
airy nothieg local habitation and a
name. Have care, woman, have a
care |"
"What on earth do you mean, Mr..
Beeswax?" cried Angelina, in a puz.
zled tone.
"I mean," replied Mr.. Beeswax
stcrnly, " to return TO that sofa and sit
beside thee. It's too cold out here
where / am"
every well," said Angelina, smil
ingly; "but if you do not conduct
yourself properly III scream for pa
pa"
You will, oh7" exclaimed Mr.
Beeswax, quickly. "All right; II
hate to injure papa, but if he's looking
for trouble Pm willing to distribute
it,"
"Mr. Beeswax," admonished Ange
lima, nervously, "can't you sit her
without placing your arm on the bac
of this sofa 2"
"That arm knows its business," re
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