The Montgomery advertiser., 1909-12-27

The. Remaptic lover.
 Tn fction the romantic lover takes maiden's slender form 10 his breast and as the western sun sinks Into the empyreaaan murmurs. Death alone shall part us." The dignined wooer bends toward the biushing maid. prints a grave kiss on her brow and whispers Promise me, darling. that you will weep nowhere but on my shoulder"
 You have read in some Laura Jean Libbeyish novel perhaps of the hero who with a gesture of passionate love draws the little head to this shoulder where 1t nestles softly, and as pair of softs arms steal around his neck he finds voice to whisper i, Gin fiction they all either whisper or nurmur.) My own darling, you will love me?" Her answer Is long, gentle kiss.
 It is to be feared that few of the proposals in real life touch the same lofty heights of sentiment and TO- nance as those of fiction, though they have more variety and certainy more humor. Here are some historic in- stances of how famous Englishmen proposedt Rowland Hill could think of nothing better when he wished to win Miss Tudway's consent to be his wife than to ask her to accept a ''poor worm" for her husband. Swift's letter of proposal was very amusing. In fact, 1t was catalogue of ques- tions, asking the lady whether she could keep house on 330 pounds a year, whether she would entertain him and comply with his desires and way of living" and so on, and he particularly stipuiates that she shall be clean in her personal habits.
 The great Dr. Samuel Johnson as lover is hardly less amusing, for, 1t seems, he prefaced his proposal by informing the Iadv of his heart that one of his uncles had been hang ed Another famous man wrote to the lady who had won his favor. T am much too busy to have time for love- making, but I should like to marry you aand shall be glad ito learn your decision before the end of the week. Expedientn of Dlnident Lovers. The expedients to which difhdent lovers are reduced are both ridiculous and pathetic. One bashful swain who for months had struggled vainly to give voice to his passion found his problem happily solved for him one day by the domestic cat. After sitt- ing for an unconscionable time by his ladyloye as she knitted stockings. |, with a cat purring at her feet happy inspiration seized him. Taking the | cat on his knee, he said, Pussy, ask Lizzie if shell marry me-" To his de- light, the answer came promptly, Pussy, you can tell Jamie that I'll talk him" And pussy had never even said meow"
 Another coy wooer. also Scotch man. had spent miserable months be- fore aat last, indesperattion, he man. aged to biurt out T think I'll marry thee, Jean" Man, Jock" came the Tightening answer. "I would be muekle obliged to ye if ye would"
 Augustus Hare, who writes so de- lightfully of Rome. tells charming story of how Lord TankeEville won his bride. The young lady and her adorer had been playing game or chess in an anteroom at an evening party, and In a moment of eoquetry she feixned to misunderstand the none too ambiguous terms in which he wooded her. When the game was finished and they were returning to the drawing room Lord Tankervilie pleaded. DO tell me. Olivia. what am ito think what am ito say" You may say" said the lady, that we have played our game and that