Evening bulletin. [volume] (Honolulu [Oahu, Hawaii]) 1895-1912, 1905-12-27
SHORT STORY FOR
EVENING HOURS
A QUEtR PROPOSAL

NUN NttllllbH, SCuOOlIlld dill, Hdu
turned the trick. Not elegant Ian.
guage, perhaps, but fairly expressive.
She had stormed the citadel of indiffer
ence which had hitherto protected the
heart of Warren Trowbridge, con.
iirmed bachelor Of 40, and the capitula.
ton seemed complete.
Ruth had come to spend week of
her summer vacation at Dayton. where
she had formerly successfully taught
invited by her former landlady. Here
she met the hero Of this sketch. Trow.
bridge beheld her large midnight eyes,
watched her queenly carriage listened
to her sweet and perfect modulated
voice and felt strange and unexpected
symptoms.
After his acquaintance had become
established, he invited her to take
trip in his prize-taking steam launch,
during which she had charmed him
with her artless display of intelligence
and exquisite sentiment, and innocent.
ly caused him to become greater dis
Coverer during that little voyage than
Columbus was in a much longer one; he
caught sight of world of love that
can only be seen through the fair
portals of pure woman's heart.
She went back to her school, and he
in his loneliness dreamed, planned and
determined.
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Yes, 1t was a splendid letter. II was
the result of two weeks of hard labor.
II contained a declaration OF undying
love, the pledge Of an endless devotion,
and an offer of marriage, all couched
in the same perfect style that had made
the Dayton Mirror, of which Trow-
bridge was the editor and owner, the
best paying and most widely read pa.
per in the country.
But he didn't send the letter. He
wrote It with the hope that he would
have the courage to mail the same to
Ruth when he had 1t finished, but in
this he was disappointed. 1t was near
ly 10 o'clock in his room when he fin
ished and folded the missive and placed
II In an envelope, wrote her name upon
the same and ad-
The thought came to him for the
first time. He didn't know her address.
He had meant to ask her several times,
but somehow he couldn't summon the
courage. His landlady knew of course,
but he did not dare to ask her. After
all, II did not matter much, because
he would not have dared to send 1t,
anyway. He was glad, nevertheless.
that he had written. for II sort of re-
lieved his feelings to have declared his
love and purpose though they would
never be known.
The next morning was as beautiful
as day in middle September can be.
Trowbridge sat at his desk and finished
the last editorial for the weeks issue
of the Mirror AS he did so the CHEEKY
voice of his reporter. Arthur Stoddard.
young law student, who was assisting
the editor during his. vacation, came
through the open window.
Il Say Trowbridge," IL called. "Im
going down to Horsey's this morning
to get the material for the write-up we
promised him.
"All right" responded Trowbridge:
then in a minute he added, say, hold
on and IN 60, too"
Glad to have your company. but
hustle, here comes the electric now!"
Trowbridge reached for his hat and
Joined his companion in boarding the
trolley. and soon they were on their
way, enjoying the clear air and the
beauty OF the scene that a sunny Sep
TENDER morning presents,
After a ride OF several miles, Stod-
dard motioned to the conductor, and as
the car stopped he said to his COM
panion:
Come, Trowbridge, we get off here;
forgot to tell you that we would have
to hike II for about two miles across
lots"
"Oh, don't mind that in the least"
was the reply, as the editor matched
the younger mans agility in alighting.
Forgot to tell you also that there
are several pretty broad bitches to
jump" continued Stoddard in banter.
ing fashion.
which also is very good news to me.
really need exercise. and could tell
you some pretty good stories of nv
exploits in the athletic line that didn't
happen SO very long ago either"