A Storyette.
They were sitting on the sofa in the parlor of a summer hotel. He was holding her hand and telling her of tho love which was overflowing his heart for her.' He had been talking for some time when she interrupted him, si.yi-ug in a shy, I've-neyer-been-talked-to-like-this-before way, "And are you sure you have never loved any other girl, Clarence?"
"Quito sure," he replied, as he slipped his arm aroun<_ her waist. "I've met thousands of girls in the course of my life, but never until I met you has any girl ever known what it was even to be kissed by me."
And as their lips met under the pale moonlight, in one of those experienced, wo've-both-been-there-before-many-a-time, long drawn out osculations, a large picture of the father of his country which was hanging on the wall over tho sofa broke from its fastenings and fell upon the fabricators with a dull, sickening thud.-
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Auckland Star, Volume XXIII, Issue 288, 3 December 1892, Page 1 (Supplement)
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156A Storyette. Auckland Star, Volume XXIII, Issue 288, 3 December 1892, Page 1 (Supplement)
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