Rensselaer Union, Volume 9, Number 26, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 15 March 1877 — A Lovers’ Quarrel. [ARTICLE]

A Lovers’ Quarrel.

They went to the fair, toe other night. On toe way, she promised by ail that was good and bad that she wouldn't dance with any man save her escort. This she fully resolved to do, but when the band began one of Strauss’ waltzes, and a spruce young man sidled up to her with a smile, and asked if he could have the pleasure of her company, she forgot her good resolution, and the next thing her escort saw was toe light of his heart waltzing with the aforesaid spruce young man. This is what occurred on the way home: “ Thought you were not going to dance, Julia.” “ Well, I didn’t intend to.” “ But you did, didn’t you ?” “Yes, I danced a little.” “Will you send my ring and letters tomorrow?” “ Yes, of course I will.” Here ensues a pause. The escort grits bis teeth and bats his eyed. She bites her lips and feels like she had just lost a thousand-dollar bill. They reach the gate. He lingers, but hasn’t anything to say. “ Won’t you come in, Mr. Jones?” “ No, I believe I’ll hurry home.” “ When are you coming again?” “ Well, I den’t reckon I’ll come any more, now.” “Why?” “Because I don’t think I ought to come now; besides, I’ll be very busy next week.” She softens. “ I’ve got soinething good to tell you if you’ll come. Can’t you come to-morrow night?” “ I’ll see about it. If that fellow you danced with at the fair won’t object, I may come.” "Pshaw? That was brother Tom.” He looks bland, but draws nearer. He takes her hand and tries hard fdr a word. “Good-uight, Mr. Jones.” “Good-night, Julia; you needn’t send

that ring back—l was only Joking. Nothing on earth could separate us now.” “ I was <mly Joking, too, Mr. Jones—it was not my brother, only a friend-but von don’t care!” He releases hie bold on her hand, and looks back at the house, sees nothing. Thea he whistles a long whistle, cuts it short with a snap, and says: “ Ain’t I ding fool ?”— Exchange.