SOMETHING OF A LIAR.
He was a man of serious intentions and numerous attentions, and she was rich and weclable. They sat in the hall under the stairway. It was a nook for lovers. There wasn't a soul in sight, and he thought his golden opportunity had arrived. Down he flopped on his knees and clasped her hand. " Dear one," ho whispered, not very loud, but loud enough, " I have loved you with the whole strength and ardor of a man's nature, when it is roused by all that is pure and good and lovely in woman, and I can no longer restrain my pent-up feelings. I must toll you what is in my heart, and tell you that never yet has woman heard from my lips the secrets that are throbbing and—" Just then a rustle was heard on the stairs above them, and a card fastened to a thread, swung down and dangled not two inches from the lover's noso. On it were these words, "I am something of a liar myself." Then the awful truth flashed upon him, and he fled. As he went out the door, sixteen girls at the head of the stairs sent sixteen laughs out into the damp night air after him. He doesn't make love in hotels now. ♦
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Taranaki Herald, Volume XL, Issue 9266, 16 December 1891, Page 4
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216SOMETHING OF A LIAR. Taranaki Herald, Volume XL, Issue 9266, 16 December 1891, Page 4
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