Frostburg mining journal. [volume] (Frostburg, Md.) 1871-1913, 1903-04-11

/ Italy and Of those silky waving ripping
tresses that form your crowuing glory
for never was there woman wore such a
crown as thine.
Let me call you mine, dearest darling:
let me call you mine.
Write soon. ao-1 believe me. dearest dar-
ling yours forever and forever.
tIIoIMONDN BIFkINS.
When had completed debating this
ludicrous. gushing cpstle, could hard
ly refrain from laughing aloud and
naturally thought how different it was
from the nice. sensible one had dis
patched to Miss Helen GoldroX that
afternoon, wherein had politely added
that would call for my answer in
couple of days-on the following Sun
day in fact. Easter Sunday.
Rifkins looked the whole thing over,
and then, looking up at me obviously.
asked:
Say, old fellow. do you think this is
all right? Isn't it just-cr-just a tritie
--cr-stronS:"
1t was all could do to keep from
laughing right at him, poor chap, but
restrained myself and said in an in
jured tone:
That's the usual tharfs Il fellow
gets for helping friend OUT
"Oh. say, old chap. | didn't mean
that" he said. apolocizing prOfusely.
"Of course it's all right if you say so
this even more obviously.
"Of course it is" | answered gayly,
and then stayed until saw him put
ii in IN envelope and send ii out to be
posted.
1t was great lark, | thought as l
Strolled home aftcrward. and when
Easter Sunday came | Sprucfd myself
up to wait upon the sweet and wealthy
Helen. to whom | thought. after had
been accepted. | might tell the farce,
and. as she always exceedingly enjoyed
joke. after She had payfully chided
me for being SO cruel. was quite sure
to have her join me in a hearty laugh
at poor Hifkins' expense.
made my way to tn" GoldroX man
sion. and being admitted waited in the
parlor several minutes for Helen to
come down. Having to wait was un-
qucstionably good sign. thought /;
girls always like to- put few finishing
touches OH tiitll lblltt Htlolt ti'. ''iit
down to meet their future husbands,
and Twas rather glad she made me wait
When she did come down she didn't
act just as Id hoped she would-that
is, she didn't come nesting into my
arms or anything of that sort. But
then. thought |. Helen always was
sensible sort of girl and wasn't very
apt to do that sort Of thing. SO we just
shook hands and sat down on the
sofa but instead of joining me Helen
took a seat in one of the chairs that
stood quite near to the sofa, but yet
not near enough to he comfortable.
| confess | was slightly embarrassed
for moment. but recovering my self
command | softly whispered:
Helen, I've come in person TO urge
what asked in my letter of proposal
and honestly, sincerely trust that you
care sufficiently for me to trust your
future happiness in my hands,
Helen didn't speak for nearly Il min
ute, when, sinking her voice, she said
believe me. Mr.. IIar,lup. am equally
sincerely sorry, and should have writ
ten you. only | didn't know how to put
it. but the very next day after your
proposal | received another. so passion
ate, SO fattering, sO-Oh, so bcnutiful.'
and her eyes lit up-"that, though l
have always had a most friendly re-
gard for you, | could not rcsist-the
gentleman who wrote the other pro-
posars passionate. beautiful pleading,
and | wrote him letter accepting him
10y the return mail. II hope | haven't
hurt you. and I'm awfully, awfully sor-
ry, but then there are any number OF
other really nice girls, nd-and'-and
then no doubt fearing she might put
her foot in it Helen said no more.
sat half daZed for a moment, and
then summoned up enough courage to
murmur, MAY | ask the gcntlemans
name!"
Yes" she answered timidly; 'its
Mr.. BifkinS."
was almost tempted to burst out
laughing. thought it must be joke.
But instead merely murmured, "And
do you care so much for him:'
We'll candidly," she replied. 81
hadn't thought much about him before
before | received his proposal, but
when l read that. so fiery, so kind, so
full of burning admiration, my eyes
seemed to open and read my heart
Alright. and in the-the-cnthusasm
and fervor of the moment | sent him
my reply"
After that | didn't stay to hear much
more and as l went down the front
stairs | didn't know whether ought to
laugh or feel sorry.
But as | went up the street and the
recollection of that ludcrous letter
filled with the imhecile gush and farce
comedy hcroics that had dictated for
Bifkins came back to me, and | came
to consider that Helen GoldrOX had
taken the Laura Jean Libbyian senti-
mentS as serious and in good part,
could not help but muse that she
wasn't worth having anyway.-New
York Herald.
Origin of Easter Egg Rolling.
Tndoubtcdly the coloring of eggs