The Clarksburg telegram. [volume] (Clarksburg, W. Va.) 1874-1926, 1902-02-28
AoAD MISTAKE

ats quite surprising what q number
OF most charming girls there are. Wen.
Baltic, wish you joy. I'm sure"
Mr.. Baltic rubbed his hands conpla-
Gently.
"you see" said he. "she is rose, as
one may say. In the full bloom. Is my
Myrtilla, just twenty-seyen."
"she looks all OF that" said his
friend obviously.
.Envious dog.~ thought Bsltic to
himself rs he trotted briskly down the
street,
And thus meditating Mr.. Brutus Bal.
tic turned his steps 10 the casket that
contained his hearts jewel-ln other
words, the house where Miss Myrtilla
Hopklnson lived.
The front door was open, ana Mr..
Baltic walked complacently in. with
the air of man who feels himself
thoroughly and entirely at home. and
tiptoed up the stairs.
Dear girl, I'll give her a surprise"
said Mr.. Baltic to himself.
Miss NIyrtilla sat at the parlor table,
her back toward the door, busily en-
ployed in reading letter while around
her lay scattered pens. ink and paper
and the paraphernalia OF cpistoiary oc-
cupation.
zone OF my notes." thought the love
smItten swain; but while these thoughts
passed through his mind board creal-
ed warning. Miss Hopkinson looked
around with little shrek.
MY goodness graciousT cried Myr-
tilla, jumping up.
Il have caught your cried Mr.. Bal
tic. playfully making a grasp at the
note.
But Miss Hopkinson evadcd his move
ment and thrust the note under a pile
OF newspapers.
But as she did so Mr.. Baltic percelv.
ed, to his indispensable surprise and
dismay. that the billet. although In an
Enthusiastically masculine hand, was
none Of his penning.
"Myrtilln.' he exclaimed reproach-
fully
"Oh Brutus, dear, how you startled
my poor nerves!" cooed Myrtilla. trip
ping forward with outstretched hands.
Before Mr.. Baltic could select appro-
pirate words In which to demand an
explanation from his sweetheart the
tete.a.tete was unfortunately interrupt
ed BY the entrance OF Myrtllla's mar
rled sister. But as they parted on the
staircase Mfr. Baltic said:
"Myrtilla, when 1 came this after
noon
..Yes, dear" purred the fair enslayer.
you were reading a letter-a letter
from gentleman"
Miss Hopkinson colored
.Hrutus. you surely don't doubt me!'
"wlll you let me see the letter.?
"SO.r
MIR Baltic banged out Of the house.
Miss uopkInson dissolved into tears.
"oh dear! oh, dear! Oh dearw she
bewaled herself. What shall do?"
Mr.. Baltic went home In a towering
passion OF Jealous rage and penned u
note which would have done no dis
credit to any tragedy hero In the land:
Fais one, give you twenty.iow hours for an
explanation. II at the expiration Of that period
you still persist in refusing to show me your
clande,tlne correspondence, shall regard our Hu'
tual relations ut an end %. y.
81 rather think that will bring her
around IL anything WILL" he said to
himself 'And l won't post 1t either.
I'll leave 1t at the door myself"
The dusk was only family llluminnt-
ed by here and there the yellow CLEAN
of an occasional gas lamp when Mr..
Baltic stalkcd up to the residence OF
Mss llor!.i..son Orce more. Two H.
Tres were ut the area sate-a woman
and Il man Whispering In the twilight
Good thought Mr.. Baltic. ITS
Bridget and her young man. I'm give
my note to Bridget But as he APP
preached the dread certainty stole over
him that it was not Bridget and her
lover, but MyrtIlla and-and-who:
Stricken. as 1t were, to stone, he
watched AIyrtilla give the man money.
He heard hurried sentences exchanged.
He saw the villain creep away, ike
serpent, through the dusk.
Now was the moment for action.
"Woman! he cried, pouncing forth
on the unconscious Miss Myrtilla.
have detected your maneuyers at last!
Quick give me the packet Of letters he
handed you. i saw him"
Il will die sooner" screeched Miss
Myrtilla.
In the conflict the box fell to the
ground, It's lid separating itself and
rolling away. Something clInked out
upon the pavement. Brutus stopped
to pick 1t up. 1t was double set OF
false teeth!
MyrtIlla sank on the urea step, hid
Ing her face In her hands.
lis this all:" said Mr.. Baltic.
'All~ echoed AIyrtllla. "oh. Brutus,
would have persisted sooner than let
you know"
"And that-that villain
"was the dentists young man. sob
bed Miss Hopklnson.
MY Myrtilla. And that note:"
Don't look ut me SO. Brutus. 1t was
the dentists bill. And now 1 know
you hate me-
Not at al. dear" said Mr.. Baltic,
raising his fearful betrothed. LET me
whisper you secret-mlne are false
too"
And 80 Cupid. the little god of love.
Rcydn1 hta vfn1a naa naftlly ahoyQ the