Elk City mining news. (Elk City, Idaho) 1903-1913, 1904-07-16

WOT1ELL. Madge, did Sir Geoffre,
VAW Pelham propose last night
But, never mind, Of course h,
didn't, or you wouldn't look SO eros.
and streaky this morning."
Lady Margaret, whose temper some
times matched her hair, was lolling IL
her own particular arm chair besid,
the fire. Raising lack-luster eyes from
the pages Of the Morning Post, she
treated her sister Celia to a CLASSY
stare
Gross and streaky?" she repeated
slowly. "Well, 1 suppose it takes a
fair woman to look beaming by II
o'clock in tho morning."
Celia, on tiptoe before the fireplace,
smiled at her own pink and white re-
Election In the mirror
When man does not propose
5he announced, apparently addressing
tho coal box, sit is invariably the wom-
ans fault Why did you manage so
badlyT
Silunce.
EITHER" proceeded Celia, "either
you Ssubbed him atrociously, or you
encouraged him inqecently. Which
was Itr
Still silence.
Celia, though delighted with her
own eloquence, felt she had missed the
bulPs-eye.
Twisting round on the fender sto<a.
she faced her sister.
Margaret" in tragic whisper.
Margaret, were you mad enough to
laugh at him?"
The Morning Post rustled impa-
tiently.
"You think you know everything,
Celia, but you don't"
But mean to-" replied the other,
significantly, land good intentions
count for something. It's no use quib-
bling" she went on, "you did or said
something to gag Godfrey Pelham.
What was it?"
Lady Margaret gave a mirthless
laugh.
"Oh. he proposed, right enough" she
said.
The blue china eyes opened wider.
Proposed, did he? Then why ON
earth"
Then Lady Margaret dropped the
Morning Post.
Celia" she asked, "you admire
dark men, don't your"
The whilom inquisitor blushed
Most awfully," she murmured
"but what of that?"
Nothing, only 1 don't; and last
night -
Good heavensp gasped Celia, 81 be-
lieve you told hiIo So"
Silence.
Margaret (sternly), I give you I'D.
You tell that peacock OF Il Geoffrey
that you don't admire him. and then
weep inside the Morning Post because
he didn't propose"
"Oh, dear" moaned the culprit. at
only said how queer it felt to find my |
self accepting him when I'd Ioathed
dark men all my life'
And, pray, what did he say?" in |
CURED Celia. with the air of the kind |
keeper to the prize imbecile.
'He-he jumped up, turned blacker
than ever, and said since he was per-
sonally repugnant to ME he would re-
tract his unfortunate proposal"
Him." said Celia, in scornful pity.
Il should think you and Sidney Rendle
lad better marry each other.'
Sidney Rendle? Why?"
"Why not? He's almost an Albino:
lair enough to please even you, i'm
lgine, and he loves dark women"
''How do you known"
''He told me So"
Told you sol When? Last nightr"
Eyes; he was quite charming to me
I'll we went out to find a glow-worm.
nd then-then thought he was going
o, but-but-"
But he didn't" supplied Lady Mar
aret. Drying her eyes, she sat I'D.
"When a young man doesn't pro-
ose," she quoted, ut is invariably the
roman's fault. Why did yon manage
, badlyT
at was not my fault" cried Celia.
I neither snubbed nor encouraged
I'M I didn't laugh at him nor GEN.
ire his appearance. 1t was he who
lid, all of a sudden and without any
arning, that he had an aversion to