Indiana American. [volume] (Brookville, Ind.) 1865-1872, 1867-08-16
BRooKvILLE, IND, FRI AY.AJ


/ "Better than any one in the world you
said before, you know, Nett" l added
wickcdly
/ Poor Netticl She was completely cor.
nered. All her independence aud sauci-
ness were gone, and she stood convicted
by her own confession, which Robert
wicked wretch, had heard distinctly
J through his study door, when We thought
he was up in bis bedroom, killed, woun-
ded or poisoned. Poor little Netil She
bore her defeat like a veteran, and did
just the only thing she could do--plead
guilty. She put both her hands in Bob $
and told him she did like him just little;
and the unconscionabIo fellow made her
say "better than any one else" aud the
poo- little euprit was foolish enough to
say that too. Dear mel wouldn't have
believed it Of Nettie. And then thought
1t time to come In with q little practical
common sense. So ] requested Mr.. Rob.
ert to explain his conduct.
"What is the matter with your face?"
said /. ~ suppose it looks glorifed to
Nett, but to me it looks very much ay.
blistered. What did you groan and swear
for this morning, when poor Lucy went
to call you to breakfast?--and when al
most knocked my knuckles out on your
door, why didn't you voucbsafe an an-
swor?v
WHAT'S the natter with your face,
Roberl2" said Nett, just a wakenipg 10 the
fact that il looked like rare beefsteak.
$50 it lei said Bob, looking very foolish,
"it's enough to make fellow swear"
"ConfOund it, added, consolingly,
obut what did IL You look as if an in
experienced Indian had essayed to scalp
you and commercially way Of variety at
the chin. But what did ii?'
Don't laugh at me, Neitie." Bob
pleaded, regardless Of my effort at wit "it
was all for your sake"
IL told you so, Nett" exclaimed soto
uoce. "lle's been trying suicide a Ia
Cdmaache"
"You mads so much fun of my smooth
face, you know" Nottic looked very con.
tritc aud conscience stricken--"and said
that you hated girlsh looking mon, and
I-""l didn't moan IL though" said
Nett, penitently,
"Didnt you2 said Bob, delighted; hbut
| thought you did. aud some swindling
raseal-l'd just like TO get hold of himl'
he went on, ierooously --"adyeriised 70.
ccipt for making whiskcrs grow in a few
weeks, and"
"lIal hal hal Please excuse mo, Rob.
ert but indeed, can't help it--Nctt. Nett,
il Is the richest thing I've heard yeti And
you expected 70 out.riyal Tom Ellis, did
you. Bob?'
\ "Doo't laugh at the poor fellow" said
Nettie, biting her lips 10 fepress her
laughter. 1T must hurt droadlully, Rob.
ort."
at does" said Bob rucfuly "smarts
like the old mischief. But didn't care
so.much for that. | was 80 mad and
knew you'd laugh 10, that | wouldn't
answer Lucy this morning. and when
Fannie knocked at tho door | was down
here; and then--and then you talked right
by the door, aud | couldn't help hearing,
you know" and Bob blushed, the
dear old fellow, almost as furiously as
Netiie did
That night, when Uncle and Aunt
Jameson came home, Dob, despite his
blistcred face, looking very handsome
and happy presented his little beiroihed
aud took all uncle's teasing very good.
naturedly.
lie has quite aourishing crop of whis.
kers now, aud he calls them the trophies
Of his victory over Tom Ellis and wilful
little Nett