HAPPY ENDINGS

Wanganui Chronicle, Volume LXXXIII, Issue 20103, 23 March 1928, Page 5

HAPPY ENDINGS

WIVES WHO PROPOSED

WHY AND HOW THEY DID IT Wives -who actually proposed matrlagc to their husbands in past Leap Years—-and some years that were not the privileged ones—tell, in the letters printed in the London Weekly Dispatch, how they did it. The letters arc a selection of inc large number received in response to a “Leap Year Proposals” competition. On Business Bent. Through eavesdropping J. learnt that the niau 1 loved, and in whom I admit I had endeavoured to awaken a like interest, thought me a lickle and: heartless flirt. And yet he loved me, but the difference in our ages and his lack of faith in my affection prevented him from proposing. I resolved to win him at all costs. A few weeks later J. asked him to accompany me on a business visit, as 1 might be glad of his help. Surprised, ho consented. Ou the stairs leading to the Supervising Registrar’s office I faced him. Holding in my hand the license I had previously obtained, I said: “It isn’t Leap Year, but I’ll risk it. Will you marry me—now?” Ho laughed as, feeling the tears in my eyes, I hid my .face on his shoulder. “Heartless flirt,” ho said, as | his lips met mine.—Ai rs P. (Tooting). Eight Years Ago. I had lost sight of a youthful flame for three years, when we again met at a seaside hotel where my invalid father was staying for the winter. The friendship was renewed, but I was not explicit as to my intentions. The time arrived fur departure back co town and the dear girl saw me off at the station. Suddenly she asked me the date. “February 29,” 1 replied. “29th?” she said with the most innocent air. “Oh, yes, it’s Leap Year, isn’t it? Well, good-bye; here’s a little souvenir, but don’t look at it till you reach home.” I obeyed. It was a small white amelled button on which was inlaid/ the mark Then I recalled the artless question. The next week-end she was wearing a new ring.—G.E.A. (London, N.W.). The Tramp Hand. 1 had been in love for some time, and, although I thought my affection was returned, he was too shy ever to allude to it. This state of affairs continued until Leap Year, when J (Vetermined to avail myself of the ’•ladies' 1 privilege. ” One night, however, when G—visited us, we were playing cards upon the table. “Why did you do that?” asked my mother.

“Because I’ve no trumps,” he jo* cularly responded. “I’ll give you my hand if you like,” I whispered. He caught the inflexion in my voice, gave mo a squeeze, and whispered back, “I’ll accept your proposal, dear!”—G.D. (Walsall). A Golf Challenge. My husband was a golf club professional, while I was a stewardess at the same club. He used to try to persuade me to play golf, but however hard I persevered, 1 could not grasp the game. Consequently I flew into a rage and told him that I would marry him when I could beat him. He then suggested that we should have a round the following morning. At the appointed hour he was wauling for me, but,! saw that he only had one golf club and that he had hts arm in a sling. Need I say that my husband lost by two holes. As Wc walked back to the clubhouse, my husband asked me if I had remembered our contract. I replied that it looked like another round — only round my Auger.—Airs D. (Staines). In the Hospital. Wc had been acquainted previous to his entry into the ward at the hospital where I was a night nurse. Thereafter, my affection for the patient grew, although I found that the doctors considered his case hopeless. I often saw the lovelight shining in his eyes, but was aware that he would never avow his affection. Ono night, when he was worse than usual, I revealed my levo and actually proposed to him—although it seemed that death rather than marriage would claim him.

In a state of semi-consciousness ho accepted the proposal and, strangely enough, it proved the turning-point of his illness, for, although a long time recovering, he ultimately got better, and—wc have been married six years. —B.B. (Handsworth).