He has been courting a West End girl for a ling time, but he has quit now. It happened Sunday night after church. They were sitting as close together as the, sofa would permit. She looked with ineffable tenderness into his noble blue eyes. “George,’ she murmured with a tremor in her voice, “didn’t you tell me once you would be willing to do any great act of heroism for my sake?” “Yes, Fannie; and I gladly reiterate that statement now,” he replied in confident tones. “No noble Roman of old ever fired with a loftier ambition, a braver resolution than I.” “Well. George, I wan you to do something real heroic for me?” “Speak, darling; what is it.” Ask me to be your wife. We’ve been fooling long enough.” The sequel, adds the Washington Critic, is contained in the preface. – Salt Lake Daily Herald, Salt Lake City Utah, June 13, 1886