A GOLDEN OPPORTUNITY.

New Zealand Graphic, Volume IX, Issue 19, 7 May 1892, Page 486

A GOLDEN OPPORTUNITY.

Householder (appearing suddenly): * You’re welcome to the silver if you’ll take this portrait of my wife’s mother, too. I’ve been trying to get nd of it for years f

After agonising for eight months on the border-laud of uncertainty, young Pc kins mustered up courage enough to declare his passion for the beautiful Miss W is wall, and was sweetly and graciously accepted. * My own darling!’ he cried, joyfully folding her to bis heaving breast, ‘ how very, very happy you make me 1 And you do love me?’ ‘ Ye e s, Harry, I—listen.’ * What is it, my angel ?’ * Nothing, I was mistaken. Go on, dear.’ ‘My precious one I If you only knew ’ ‘ Listen, dear.’

* What is it? No one is coming. Let ns be happy~happy in—’ * Hush—listen I No ; I am not mistaken this time. The newsboy is coming with the evening paper, and 1 am so anxious to know who’s got in at Thanet. Won’t you run and get the paper, darling?’ He went, and never, never came back.

Sambo joined the chnrch, and bis pastor thought it best to look after him. * Have yon stolen any chickens, Sambo, since you met with a change of heart ?’ said the'minister one day. * No, massa—no, no, I hasn’t stole ae ohick’nu *t all 1* * Any turkeys ?’ persisted the pastor. * Ob, no, massa— I hasn’t took nary a turkey !* * Well, StwsJbo, I’m glad to hear it—very glad. Watch and pray !’—end the good Mean went on. * Golly,’ chuckled Sambo, peeping inside his eeat, * if he'd sed “ ducks ” he’d a had me I*