REGINALD'S WOOING.

Kumara Times, Issue 665, 14 November 1878, Page 2

REGINALD'S WOOING.

The shades of niijht were falling fast as through an Eastern suburb, passed a pair of lovera engaged in low and murmurous conversation, and hliss.'.and tremulous sighs, and peppermint lozenges. They stooped, a'id,: leaning on;a fence gazed at the celestial; emblem of the crumbling power of the Ottoman dynasty, with feelings of overwrought ecstacy. «• How calm! how pellucid! how—how very much so I" said he, passing his stalwart arm around her waist in a moment of ahsent-rainded-hess. " Yes, Reginald," she whispered, "does it not strike a hidden chord in the subtle depths of being, to wake to life latent soul mysteries, and merge ns in the Universal V He said he thought it did. "Does it not seem to harbinger a better ideal? Please don't, Reginald!" Oh, yes, Angelina, just once,-—this time don't count as old Rip eavs." "Go 'way ? don't quote any old rips to me. There, now, that's enough. Notice yon star, which gathers iridescent intensity every minute. The beamy brightfulness. overwhelms' me. It is a coruscating magnet potent to draw us from earthly grovelment." Silence for a n oment, then a sound as of a snapping corset-string, and a deep male suspi ration.. "Why, what ails you, Reginald ? Why thus despondent V " Oh, Angelina, are yon ignorant of the- tumultuous passion which surges in this bosom 1" " Why, how you talk !" " A passion which, from the first moment j heheld the radiance of your smile, has never failed ts cut-" roinate. Avert not thy gaze. Tell me. O tell me in accents as grateful to the parched ear as the fountain in the desert to the hungry mariner, whisper me in tones of bland though coy affection, say that you will—yon will—" " Well, what?" " That you will—" He paused. The wretched man had forgotten the balance of the little piece he,

bad ftad recited over cor>ec ly a hundred times. B«'ads of pdrsj'iralion hung on his ambitions forehead. He was about rallying for a desperate plunge when—" ()-<>-o-o-o-h !my gracibusi A nasty toad hopped rijjht npon iny dress ! Oh, it's made me quite faint! Take rae home?' And with hasty step she glided in the direction of the paternal roof. He turned savagely upon the reptile} and smashed him as readilv as he would a rWhi-Bazouk. Even more readily. Then he followed, muttering, "Things can't go on this way much longer. By thunder. I wont't stand it. I'll bring her ri«ht down to business toMnonow evening.