The Newberry herald and news. (Newberry, S.C.) 1884-1903, 1902-12-06
MR.. BEESWAX AND ANGELINA.
They are Engaged After Much Eloquence
Was Expended on His Part.
News and Courier.)


Miss Angelina Csrrsway last night.
Mr.. Beeswax has been fercely in love
with Angelina since he met her sew
eral weeks ago at the Isle Of Palms.
He has never, however, been able to
talk business to her from a matrimo-
NAL viewpoint, as he is about to 60
into the hands of a receiver. But the
way he loved Angelina, the deepseat-
ed, yesrning alteration with which he
regarded her, took the edge off his
appetite and made him morose and
taciturn.
Last night they sat on the,sofa in
the parlor. MI. Beeswa1 had decided
to reveal the nature of his mslady.
Papa was upstairs smoking a cigar
and thinking about freight rates.
Mamma was in the dining room plac.
ing the soiled supper dishes on the
side table, so old Betty could wash
them early the next morning. Aunt
Laura was in the sitting room read
ing q letter from her married sister,
who lives in Lowndesville, S. G. Lit
tie Harry, Augelina's young brother,
was on the front veranda poking his
hand in Bruno's mouth to see if he
would bite.
"Angelina," begged MI. Beeswsx
softly, 81 want to tell you something.
1 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 a sort of
swelling sensation in my throat. I've
never been 10 love before and it's go.
ing hard with me. 1 hsve all kinds
of curious symptoms. Isaw you walk
up King street yesterday with that
gi~mletheaded Willie you call 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 a way out OF it. A gulp of laud-
naum! A deep sleep-and the fol-
lowing headline in The News and
Courier the next morning: Last
Flashes from the Wires: Mr.. Bees.
wax is no more Then my home
paper, the Burgsville Daily Aston
isher, will print the sad story under
this head: 'Mr. Beeswsx Seeks a Su.
iclde's Grave. The Details
sob, MI. Beeswax,' cried Ange-
lima, with a shudder, "don't even hint
such a horrible thing. I can't stand
it,"
"Darling, come hither; 1 believe
you do care for me about thirty cents
WORTH" said Mr.. Beeswax, unlimber
ing his right arm. =.
"Mr. Beeswsx, please stop"
Stop what? Oh, that's all right. You
don't want to worry about trifes. 1t
will shorten your life if you do"
"Mr. Beeswsx, you are the most
awful man I ever met. No, l won't
either. You sit over yonder and be
good" -.
"Well, if I have to occupy this
| chair" said MI. Beeswax, taking the
seat assigned to him, II might just
as we'll be talking to you over the
long distance telephone. I can see
plainly enough yon don't like me. l
wish | was dead"
Angelina gazed out of the window
and said nothing.
"You've quit speaking to ME, have
you ?" continued, Nj. Beeswex, in an
aggrieved tone. "Woman, don't tam
per with my affections: Desperation
is gnawing at my vitals. Dost thou
not know that lovers and mad men
have such seething brains, such shap-
ing fantasies, that apprehend more
than cool reason over comprebends.
Hear me, for the Shakespeare IN my
system has caught fire; The luna
| tic, the lover and the poet are OF i'm
sgination all compact. One sees
more devils than vast hell can hold
that is the mailman; the lover, all as
frantic, sees Helen's beauty in a brow
of Egypt. The poets eye, in a fine
frenzy rolling, doth glance from
Heaven to earth, from earth to Heav
en-; AID, as imagination bodies forth
the forms of things unknown, the
poets pen turns them to shape, and