Weekly Trinity journal., 1873-05-03
NUMBER Is.

heap, and little Charley assumed the
shape OF a human pancake. He would
have groaned but he had not wind enough
for the purpose.
A little shrek from her niece attracted
the old lady's attention.
"Why, you're all dressed up tonight"
"Ye-es, aunt, DEAR" replied Clara,
mentally conjecturing how Charley felt
in his present condition.
"Yes," returned the other, "you look
very we'll, only rather pale. Are you
sick?"
III don't feel very WELL" answered
her niece, silently consigning her rela-
tion to Chicago, or some other wicked
place.
I'm sure you can't when you will
lace up so tight, my dear" atfectionately
remarked the incorrigible old lady.
81 dontw family repudiated Clara,
while little Charley rasped the skin of
one of his ears in trying to quietly twist
his head into position where he nigh:
distintly hear anything 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 diff
fcrent, but for a person of your Ago"
"Oh, aunt -
Charley barked some more skin OF,
and became decidedly interested.
mo, there's no oh aunt about it,"
continued the incorrgible, eagerly os-
cillatng her head. You sometimes
act more like silly schoolgirl than
woman who has seen twenty-six years OF
life,"
81 haven't |" exclaimed Clara, and
! Charley put his mouth in shape for
whistle but was Immediately aattened
out by n restive bounce of the old lady's.
"You haven't? Why, yes, you have,
and nearly twenty-sevon. Why, what
in the world ails the girl2 What arc
you whimpering about, Clara"
"My-my head aches. Please don't
talk" " begged her niece, not quite posi-
tive as to the effect her dissection might
have on the young martyr under her
aunt.
Your head aches, does it2 Well no
wonder wearing all that mass of hair on
your head is enough to make il ache.
What nonsense it is when there is no one
here to see you. Besides it is making
you bald headed"
Pm not ~ vigorously responded the
young lady, buryng her face in her hands,
rs she thought OF tho nice things the little
fellow under the carpet had been saying.
YOU'RE not? Yes you are. There's
n bald spot on the top of your head tho
size of my hand !" and the old lady ex-
tended n palm in illustration. "Now,
what in the world are you crying about,
ClaraP Sakes alive, niece, you1l
yourself sick, and then you'll not be able
TO witt the dentists Tomorrow"
Bother the dentist Do keep still
aunt !" cried Clara, while Charley Mt
tempted to scratch his head and had his
arm nearly dislocated by II few restive
moves of the old lady rs she Indignantly
reprimanded her niece for her disrespect
and petulaney.
1t was your wish to go to the dentists
Clara; you know it wa'. You said that
set hurt your mouth, and you wanted
goodness gracious /! what under heaven
does all the girl ?" for Clara had dartcd
out of the room with smothering cry Of
rage and anguish, leaving her relative to
bounce up and down ON the carpet in
sheer astonishment, until little Charley
G-'s respiratory organs were like pair
of collapsed bellows.
Then the old lady followed her niece up
stairs, and when the house was all quiet,
Charley unlocked the front door, and
stealing forth, walked down Lucas Place
n sadder and wiser man.
Clara left town on visit, and tho
young ladies who patronize the Fourth
street dry goods establishment think
Charley must be suffering from case of
unrequited affection, he looks 50 fiat and
talks so dismal.