DILATORY LOVERS.

Dunstan Times, Issue 1074, 24 November 1882, Page 4

DILATORY LOVERS.

impatience of the parents of the young lady over the long and fruitless visits of the chronic caller was pictured in comic colois some years ago hy a funnv writer. It seems that it was midnight. The young man had tarewelled himself out and Emeline had locked the door and was untying her slices when her mother slipped downstairs with a be I quilt around ’her and said : “ Wanted to creep upstairs without my hearing von, eh? Didn’t think it was an hour after midnight, did yon i" The girl made no reply, and the mother continued. “ Did he propose this time?” “ Why, mother!” exclaimed the daughter. •‘You can ‘Why mother’ all vou want to, but don’t I know that he hss been coming here for the last year ? Don’t I know that you’ve burned np at least four tons of coal courting • around here:?” The girl got her shoes off, and the mother stood in the stair door and asked : ‘Emeline, have you got any grit?” “ I guess so ’’ “ I guess you haven’t. I just wish ■that fellow with false teeth and a mole ■on his chin would come sparking rne. Do you know what would happen. Kmeline 1” “ Vo.” “ Well, I’ll tell you. He’d come to time in srx f y days, or he’d get out of this mansion like a goat jumping for :sunflower seeds.” A.nd Emeline went to bed hugging .this thought to her bosom. Occasionally such visits become so burdensome that the young lady talks to the young man herself. At least they had such a girl out in Colorado. iShehalheen receiving the attentions ■of a young man for about a year, but becoming impatient ar his failure to bring matters to a crisis, sire resolved to ascertain Iris intentions. When he next called she took him gently by the .ear, led him to a sea 1 ' and said : “ Nobby, you’ve been foolin’ ’round (this claim fur mighty nigh a year, an’ hev never yrt shot off your mouth ■on the manning biz I’ve cottoned (to you on the square clear through, van’ now T want you to come down •to business or leave the ranch. Ef ■you’re on the marrv and want a pard (that’ll stick rite and we’ll ; but it that yer came, draw out and give -some other feller a show fur his pile. Ifilow, sing yer song or skip out.” iße sang.