With A Reservation


"Miss Smith--Belinda," sighed the young man, passionately, "there is

something I want to tell you--something that I----"



"What is it?" asked the girl, as she leaned back in her chair, with a

bored expression on her face.



The young man drew a long breath, and his face turned to dull purple.

"It is a question which is very near to any heart," he said awkwardly.

"Could you--do you think you could ever marry a man like me?"



"Oh, yes," replied Belinda, quite calmly, "that is, if he wasn't too

much like you!"



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