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Show HIS PLASTER. ; Ho called Sunday night, as had been his custom for several weeks. After they got together alone in the parlor he plucked up his courage to the proper point and proposed to her, tcllinfr her of the days when every thought was of her, aud only her. Then he said: "Dearest, will you be mine?" ; And sbo said: "I will." Then he caught her in his arms, and pressed her drooping face close to his yearning breast. Tighter still he drew his arms about her. "My darling," he started to whisper, bending bis face close to hers, when her head flew up so suddenly sud-denly as to catch him under the chin with sufficient force to almost amputate ampu-tate his tongue. "Oh!" he eafinpd "Phew!" she ejaculated, "why, how you smell !" "Smell.'" ho repeated, while hiB smarting tongue forced the tears into his eyes. "Yes," she roplied, bending War , (ace again to his breast, and sniffing , expectantly, "Ob, my! it is awful!" she added, as she drew back her head. He dropped bis own nose into the infected neighborhood, took a sniff, and then, as his face lighted up, he i cheerfully explained: . "O, that is my plaster. I put it on ' for a cold." ; "Ohl" said she in a tone of reliof. J And again she drooped her head on ' his yearning breast, only a little more to one sido, while he tenderly caressed the wound with bis hand- 0 kerchief. Danbury News. |