HE WAS BASHFUL
Prior to" the epoch-making mo
ment When his love triumphed over
his native bashfulness young Mr. As
kam -would have maintained against
any odds that the hardest thing in
life was to propose to the girl you
worshipped. Afterward, however, he
decided that the proposal was sim
ply child's play compared to asking
the consent of his father-in-law elect,
although that estimable old gentle
man was a great" friend.
Flushed with success with the
daughter, he felt filled -with the spirit
at a hundred conquerors, and reck
lessly insisted upon seeing the father
rSaf-once. But upon reaching the li
the spirit of the hundred con-
suddenly evaporated and left
VHirnVwith. pale face and trembling
knees and chaotic mind.
D ?,I er er " he stammered in
' ''Indeed!" observed the old gentle-
'man, ohiickllng. "Then you're no
more than human."
'I'jjf u 'hum I
"Ah, ha!" gasped Mr. Askam, hys
terically, pretending a hilarity lo
was far, far from feeling.
"How is your mother?" asked the
old gentleman, after an awkward
pause, with the kindly intention of
setting his caller at rest.
"I love her. I I passionately adore
her. She she has promised to mar
ry me if you consent," announced
Mr. Askam, in a wild burst of elo
quence. "What! Your mother?" cried the
old gentleman, aghast
"No, no," explained the thoroughly
confused Mr. Askam. "Yours."
"My mother! Are you crazy?" de
manded the old gentleman, excitedly.
"I shall be in a minute," moaned
the wretched Mr. Askam. "Sir," he
continued, the words falling slowly
and cautiously from his agitated lips,
"I came here to ask your
consent to marry mq-r-f
"Eh?" cried theohTgentleman.
"I'll I'll wrife it!" shouted the un
happy Mr. Askam, steuckjjy a hapr
thought, as he burst madly out .
the room. And in that way matte: i
were at last straightened to every
The cabby regarded with a gleam
of delight the taxi which had broken
dqwn, but did not speak.
The chauffeur began operating on
his machine. He turned and twisted
it, and banged it and -screwed it, but
to no avail, and still the cabby spoke
not. Then the chauffeur wiped his
brow, and thecabbyr still -with the
gleam in his eye, crossed over.
"Here," he exclaimed, grimly, hold
ing out his whip. "Here yer are, mis
ter, hit him with this.''
A CURE SUGGESTED
She What was the doctor's diag
nosis? He Palpitation of the heart.
She Well, why doesn't he keep
away from her2 Judge.
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