"
"I guess I shall have to put that up on the doctor," my neighbor said,
as he lifted his arms from the fence at last, and backed away from it.
I knew that he was really going in-doors now, and that I must come out
with what was in my mind, if I meant to say it at all, and so I said,
"By-the-way, there's something. You know I don't go in much for what's
called society journalism, especially in the country press, where it
mostly takes the form of 'Miss Sadie Myers is visiting with Miss Mamie
Peters,' but I realize that a country paper nowadays must be a kind of
open letter to the neighborhood, and I suppose you have no objection to
my mentioning the engagement?"
This made Mr. Talbert look serious; and I fancy my proposition made him
realize the affair as he had not before, perhaps. After a moment's
pause, he said, "Well! That's something I should like to talk with my
wife about."
"Do so!" I applauded. "I only suggest it--or chiefly, or
partly--because you can have it reach our public in just the form you
want, and the Rochester and Syracuse papers will copy my paragraph; but
if you leave it to their Eastridge correspondents--"
"That's true," he assented. "I'll speak to Mrs. Talbert--" He walked so
inconclusively away that I was not surprised to have him turn and come
back before I left my place.
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