THE UNSUSPECTING MAN.
The other evening, at a fashionable reception, Miss
Warren, a well known old maid from Boston, was promenading
in the conservatory with Mr. Jack Astor, one
of our well known New York young gentlemen. As
the music stopped, the two seated themselves under a
greenhouse palm-tree, and the following dialogue occurred:
“Nobody loves me, my dear Mr. Astor; nobody—”
“Yes, Miss Warren, God loves you, and your mother
loves you.”
“Mr. Astor, let's go in!”
And five minutes afterwards Miss Warren was trying
the drawing-out dodge on another unsuspecting
fellow.