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THE COURTING NUISANCE.
Havo you ovor boon in a house whoro thoro nro a oouplb courting? It is moat trying. You think you' will go and Bit in tlio drawing room, nnd you march off thoro. As you open tha door you hoar a noiso iib if somebody had suddenly recollected something, and, wlien you get in, Emily is over by tlio window, full of intercut in the opposito uido of .tlio road, nnd your friend John Edward, is at tlio other ond of tlio room witli his wholo soul hold in llun.ll by photographs of other people's rp latives, ' 'Oh, you say, pnusing at the door; ',I didn't know anybody was hero.' ' Oh, didn't you ?' snyB Emily coldly, in a tono which implies that oho docs not boliovo yon. , You lmnn about for a, bit. Hum von biw : -
' It's very dark. Wily don't you light tho John Edward Buys, ' Oh, ho liadn't noticed it;' nnd Emily says that papa does not liko the gaB lit in tho afternoon. i Yon tell Ilium one or two items ot nows, nnd give them your viows and opinions dn tlio Iri-tli u.i.oslicn ; but it docs not appear to inteiobt them... All they remark on uny sub ject is, . i 'Oil, is it?' I ' Bid ho ?' I '/Yes, nnd you don't Buy so.' And after ten minutes of such stylo of conversation you . adgo up to the door, and slip out, andjaro surprised to Unit that the door immediately closes behind you, and shuts itself, without' . your Inning touched it. ; Ilalf-ari-hour later you think you will try ' a pipo in tho eriin,ervatoiy. 'X'ho only chair in the plnco iu occupied by Emily ; and John - Edward it 'Ilia language of clothes can lio relied upon, hiw uNidcully been billing on tlio floor.' They do not speak, but give you a look that says all that can ho said inn civilised' community; and you back out promptly and shut tho door behind you. j You are afraid to poko your noso into any room in tho house now; so, altor walking tip | and down tho stairs for a while, you go and sit in your own bedroom. This becomes uii inlerosliiiR, limvavor, after a timo, and so you ' lint on your hat and stroll out into tho garden. You walk down tha. path, and as you pass through the summer-house you glanco in, ? find tlioro are U1030 two young idiots, huddled into one corner of it ; and they see you, anO nro evidently under tho idea that for some wicked purpose of your own you are following them' about. 'Why don't thoy liavo a special room for this sort of thing, and make people keep to-it 1' you mutter, and you rush ? back to tho hnll, get your umbrella, and go out. — Prom 'Thrco Men in a 13oat,' by .Jerome K. Jerome.