It Was Just Loyely.
"Th© last agent that was 'rotmsj here," chuckled the landlord of the Pruntytovvn. tavern, "was a photo enlarger, with nice, curly, ginger-cole ured hair. He was also considerable gia.lla.nt. It rained the first afternoon he was her-e, and Miss Annabelle T«>iiuners, who is thirty-three and a-third jears old, and so inclined to be rornantio tlijtt slie fairly slants, was ketched out in
tho storm. She staited to sross the street ' out here, and the agent grabbed my umbitlla and dashed out to escort her to the ether side. There was a pretty big puddle ovov yonder, und quotin' something about Sir Walter Raleigh and Queen What's-her-rame, the gallant man lightly picked up Mi<s Tammera and carried her across.
"When he Jiad safely landed her, she i smiled and said: 'Oh, that was just too Iciely! Let's go back!' He was a real gfiliant man, and so be didn't say anything out. of the way. But he looked at her kind o' peculiar, and then came back and shut up my umbrella so hard thaA he broke two of its ribs."
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Otago Witness, Issue 2652, 11 January 1905, Page 78
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