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hu 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
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Sessly Insisted upon seeing the father
a.i unce. cuv upon reaciiiiig me li
brary the spirit of the hundred con-
uerors suddenly evaporated and left
lim with pale face and trembling
nees and chaotic mind.
"1 er er " he stammered in-
"indeed: observed tne old gentle-
Ijnan, cnucKuug. men youre no
ore tnan numan.
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"Ah, ha!" gasped JUr. Askam, hys
terically, pretending a hilarity lie
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 yofu 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 me."
"Eh?" cried the old gentleman.
"I'll I'll write it!" shouted the un
happy Mr. Askam, Btruck by a happy
thought, as he. burst madly out of
the room. And in that way matters
were at last straightened" to every
The cabby regarded with, a gleam
of delight the taxi which had broken
down, 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 the cabby, still with tie
gleam in his eye, crossed over.
"Here," he exclaimed, grimly, hold
ing out his whip. "Here yer are, mis
ter, hit him with this."
She What was the doctor's diag
nosis? He Palpitation of the heart.
She Well, why doesn't he keep
away from her? Judge.