ALWAYS THE SAME. A Typical Lovers' Quarrel With the Usual Happy Ending.

Te Aroha News, Volume V, Issue 228, 12 November 1887, Page 7

ALWAYS THE SAME. A Typical Lovers' Quarrel With the Usual Happy Ending.

Them.: lovers' quarrels are sad, sad affairs, resulting, as they so often do, in the separation ofV omi S hearts and making young hearts and making withered leaves out of all the fond hopes and golden dreams and high aspirations of young lives. A distressing- case was made public recently in Newark, the harrowing details being given in the words of the estranged ones, who sat in the Newark Opera House eating; caramels and saying cruel things to each other during the play. She began it. "You did, too," she said, with a great sob. It would not have been any kind of a. lovers' quarrel without numerous " great sobs " brought into it. " Now, Be.-sic," moaned the agonised ninety pounds of lover and high collar. " You needn't deny it," said Bessie, coldly. " Bessie, 1 never in all — " "You did. Maine Blank told me that she saw you.'' " Saw me uhatV" "Saw you flirting with that horribly horrid Hattie Marsh. ' " Hattie Marsh ? Bah. Now. Bessie, you know perfectly well that I don't care a snap of my finger for Hattie Marsh." "No; looks as if you didn't — flirting with her every time she crosses your path." "Now, Bessie, you know just as well as-" "Oh, yes, I know all about it, Mr Lonnie Marshall. "' " Now, Bessie, don't talk that way.'* "I will, too."' " Bessie. ' " I don'c care, Lon ; it isn't right, and I'm not going to play second iiddle to anybody."' "Nobody wants you to, dearie." "No ! It looks as if they didn't, I must say. '' " Well, now, Bessie, what if I got madand said cruel things because you flirted a little with Bennio Dean or " " Ben Dean ! I wouldn't wipe my feet on. Ben Dean " " You used to like him." " Lon Marshall, I'll never speak to you as long as I live and breathe if you ever mention 5 that hoi rid affair again. I hate Ben Dean." " I know it, darling, and I detesb Hattio Marsh." " Yes you do/ •'Indeed I do. '' " Yes, over your left shoulder." "Now, Bessie." " If you want your ring back again, Lou Marshall, all you've got to do is to say so." " Oh, Bessie !" "I mean just exactly what I say, sir; every word of it." " Bessie, Bessie !" " I can manage to live without you, Lon Marshall ! And if you think I'm one of the 1 Rough on Rats ' kind' of girls you're badly left " " Now, Bessie, you know I never "If you were a gon.tlem.an, sir " " Bessie, this is too much." "If you don't like it you can lumpifc, sir ! I'll let you know that you can't twist me around your finger. Do you want your ring?" " You know I don't, Bessie." " Well, you could have it mighty quick, if you did." At last the worm turns, and says acridly : " Very well, Miss Whitford, just; as you please about it." "Why, Lon." " I have done all that a gentleman could do to-" " Now, Lon, I was only ]okmg. ' "Its no joking matter where one's affections are concerned. I've tried to .he a o-cntleman of my word with you, but—" " " Oh, Lon, hush !" "No, Bessie, we had better understand each other right here. If we quarrel so now, what would it be when — " Oh, Lonnie, I was only—" " You were wounding me cruelly, Bessie, and I-" " Oh, Lonnie !" " If you really desire everything to come to an end between us, I hopo I am too much of a gentleman to—" The curtain dropped at this juncture, while thoso who saw the frightful scene wore waiting with bated breath for the final word that would separate Lonnie and Bessie for ever.