MISS FLYNN AND HER LOVER.

Globe, Volume XXII, Issue 1851, 28 January 1880, Page 3

MISS FLYNN AND HER LOVER.

fMax Adeler.] Miss Mary Flynn was studying medicine and being courted at the same time. Mr William Budd was attending to the latter part of the business. One evening, while they were sitting together in the front parlor, Mr Budd was thinking how he should manage to propose. Miss Flynn was explaining certain physiological facts to him. “ Do you know,” she said, “ that thousands of persons are actually ignorant that they smell with their olfactory peduncle ? ” “ Millions of ’em 1 ” replied Mr Budd. “ And aunt Mary wouldn’t believe me when I told her that she couldn’t wink without a sphincter muscle.” “ How unreasonable.” “Why, a person cannot even kiss without a sphincter! ”

“Indeed 1 ” “ I know it is so 1 ” “ May I try if I can ? ” " Oh, Mr Budd, it is too bad of you to make light of such a subject 1 ” Mr Budd seized her baud and kissed that. She permitted it to remain in his grasp. " I didn’t notice.” he said, “ whether a—a—what do you call it 7 —a sphincter helped me then or not. Let me try again ! ” Then he tried again, and while he held her hand she explained to him about the muscles of that portion of the human body. “It is remarkable how much you know about such things,” said Mr Budd—“ really wonderful 1 Now, for example, what is the bone at the back of the head called 7 ” “ Why, the occipital bone of course ? ” And what are the names of the muscles of the arm ? ’’ “ The spiralis and infraspiralis among others,” “ Well, now, let me show you what I mean. When I put my infra-spiralis around your waist so, it is your occipital bone that rests upon my shoulder-blade, in this way ? ” “ My back hair primarily, but the occipital, of course, afterwards. But, oh, Mr Budd, suppose pa should come in and see ns 7 ” “Let him come' Who cares?” said Mr Budd boldly. “ I think I’ll exercise a sphincter again, and take a kiss,” “Mr Budd, how can yon?” said Miss Flynn, after ho had performed the feat. “ Don’t call me Mr Budd, call me ‘ Willie,’ he said, drawing her closer. “You accept me, don’t you 7 I know you do, darling? ” “ Willie,” whispered Miss Flynn, faintly. “ What, darling 7 ” “ I can hear your heart beat.” “ It beats only for you, my angel.” “ And it sounds to me out of order. The ventricular contraction is not uniform.” “ Small wonder for that, when it’s bursting with joy.” “You must put yourself under treatment for it. I will give you some medicine.” “It is your own property, darling ; do what you please with it. But somehow the sphincter operation is the one that strikes me most favorably. Let me see how it works again 7” But why proceed 7 The old, old story was told again, and the old, old performance of the muscles of Mr Budd’s mouth was enacted again. And, about eight years later, Mr Budd was wishing that Mary would catch some fatal disease among her patients, and Mary was thinking that the best possible use Willie could be put to would be as a subject for the dissecting table.