A BASHFUL SWEETHEART.

Wairarapa Daily Times, Volume LX, Issue 9347, 19 April 1909, Page 6

A BASHFUL SWEETHEART.

A sharp featured, determined little woman popped her head out of the door and indignantly demauded the business of a bashful young mau, who had beeu hangiug around the house for hours in a pitiless downpour of raiu, hopiug against hope that his adored oue would invite him in. "Now, then, young feller, what do yer want here? Tryiu' to wear the pavement out, or what?" she demanded, sarcastically. "I reckon I've come a courtiii' your daughter," the shamefaced youth' admitted. "Oh, ye're after Lizzie, are yerV Then take my advice, young man, an' run away an' lose yerself. My gal aiii't goin' to marry a chap that ain't courage to knock at the door an' ax for her —uot likely ! Why, wheu my Jiusban' came a conrtin' me and found the door locked, he climbed tiie backyard wall, strangled the bulldog, au' knocked the old mau silly wi' a clump ou the jaw. Theu he grabbed hold of my band aud shoved a ring as big as a cartwheel on my fiuger, aud told me that the banns were published last Sunday. That's the sort of husband I waut for our Lizzie—not a shiverin' milksop that ain't got sense to come iv out of the rain !"