The Fremont weekly journal. [volume] (Fremont, Sandusky County, Ohio) 1867-1877, 1873-09-19

would have groaned, but did not
have wind enough left for the pur-
pose.
A little shrek from Clara attract
ed the old lady's attention to her
niece.
"why, you're all dressed up to-
night?'
mentally conjecturing how Charley
felt in his pressed-out condition.
"Yes," returned the other, "you
look very well, only rather pale.
Are you sicklp
"I-I don't feel very well" /"
answered her niece, silently consign-
ing her relation to Chicago, or some
other wicked place.
'I'm sure you can't when you will
lace up SO tight, my DEAR" affection
ately remarked the incorrigible old
lady.
81 don'tp family repudiated Clara,
while little Charley rasped the skin
off one of his ears in trying to
quietly twist his head in position
where he might distinctly hear any
thing of interest.
"You don't! Yes you do; and at
your time of life it is preposterous.
If you were young, giddy girl, it
would be different, but for a person
| of your age"
"Oh, auntY'
Charley barked some more skin
of, and became decidedly interested.
,'No, there's no '0h aunt about
it." continued the "incorrigible, -
eagerly oscillating her head. "You
sometimes act more ike a silly
school girl than q woman who has
seen twenty-six years of life"
Il hsven'tp exclaimed Clara, and
Charley put his mouth in shape fol
a whistle, but was Immediately fiat
tened out by restivo bounce of tho
old lady's.
@Yon haven'tl Why, yes yor
have - and nearly twenty seven
Why, what in the world ais the
girl? What arc you whimpering
Iabout, Clara?"
"My head aches. Please don't
TALK begged her niece. not quite
positive as to the effect her dissec
tion might have ON the young mar
tyr under her aunt.
"Your head aches, does it. Well
no wonder, wearing all that mass o.
hair on your head is enough tC
make it ache. What nonsence it is
when there is no one here to sec
you; besides, tits positively making
you baldheadedr'
"I'm notp' vigorously responded
the young lady, burying her face il
her hands as though she thought ot
all the nice things the fellow under
the carpet had been saying.
You're not! Yes, you are
There's bald spot on the top o.
your head the size of my handr
land the old lady extended a palm il
ILLUSTRATION. Now, what in the
world are you crying about, Clara
lSakes, alive! niece, you'll cry your
Iself sick, and then you will not bc
fable to visit the dentists to morrow,
Bottle. the dentist! Do keep still
Iauntl" cried Clara, while Charley at
tempted to scratch his head, and had
his arm nearly dislocated by feB
Irestless moves made by the old
Ilady, as she Indignantly reprimandet
ner niece for her disrespect and pet
lulancy.
It was your own wish to go to the
dentists, Clara; you know it was
| You said that set hurt your mouth
land you wanted = goodness gra
Icious! What under heaven DOE
Iail the girl?' for Clara had darteC
eut Of the room with a smothereG
lcry Of rage and anguish, leaving he.
relative to bounce up and down OF
Ithe pile Of carpet in sheer astonish
Iment, until little Charley G's respir
Iatory organs were like a pair o
COLLAPSED bellows.
Then the old lady followed he
niece up stairs, and when the hous,
was all quiet, Charley unlocked tht
front door, and, stealing forth, walk
led down Lucas Place q sadder ant
a wiser man.
| Clara left town on a visit, and tn
Iyoung ladies who patronize tn,
Fourth street dry-goods establish
Imert think Charley must be suffer
ling from a case of unrequited affeo
ltion, he looks SO fiat and talks S,
dismal.-N. Y. Commercial.