The Somerset herald. [volume] (Somerset, Pa.) 1870-1936, 1873-08-13

things which | bad some difficulty i
changing into a cough.
You have got cold, said th
widow ,sympaihetically Do, please
have one Of my troebes; they ar
so soothing TO the throat"
| took the troche, but | did no
swallow it. | would as soon hay,
eaten a priceless pearl. put it il
my left breast pocket as near m,
heart as practicable.
Her first gift,
a bachelor like me is used to sucl
things" I said in an otf-hand man
ner.
a bachelor,r echoed nv travclin.
companion, Bless me, then vou ar,
not married ~
Unfortunately, no."
Its never too late TO mend haz
arded the widow, rougishly
That is nv sole consolation"
awered gallandy.
There is noshinglike married life,
sighed the widow, with a momentary
eclipse Of the limpid brown orbs. be
meath the whitest Of dropping lids
But what's the use Of me talking
about it 10 youy You can't under
stand
You can imagine replid mod.
estly.
"Yoa must ind wife as soon a.
possible" said the widow, looking
intently at the hem OF her pocket
handkerchief i"You are only living
bali life now. All, YOU can not
think how much happier you would
be with some gentle, clinging being al
your side-some eongenial soul to
mirror your own"
lnstinciively laid my hand on
my heart
do not fancy shall lose an in
stant in the search" | said. Il have
already pictured to myself the pleas
ures of newer existance."
Have youy" The brown ewes
shot an arch. challenging sparkle to-
ward me Tell me all about her"
"Do you really wish TO know"
"0f course l do:"
/ congratulated myself mentally on
the fine progress I was making. con-
sidering the small practice in love-
making that had Bob Carter him
self, with all bis tongue and
good looking face, could not have car
ried on the Irritation more neatly.
as she fair or dark ," questioned
the widow with the prettiest Of inter
est.
Neither. about your complex
ion.,
"0h." laughed nay interiocutor,
with charming pink sufusion over
her dimples- as she young"
Yes, about your age"
Pretty
More ttau pretty-beautiful-
The widow arched her perfectly
penciled eyebrows. What q devo-
ted husband you win make and when
are you to be married 80
Are YOU acquainted with Mr.. Car
ter, Mrs. Alvern's borther :" asked
the widow presently
Yes" / answered, with a little
grimace. a self-cOneeited, disagree
able puppy
DO you think so ;" asked the wild
ow. doubtfHlly.
of course, as everybody else. so
will You, when you meet him"
Shall / :"
a man who thinks because he's
got r handsome face and smooth
tongue, that nobody else has any bus
iness in creation.
Dear, dear" twitteed nv COM
panion that's very bad indeed"
"Of course, be will pay a good
deal Of attention TO you, if You are
to be his sisters guest" pursued !;
but il won't do to encourage him"
Mo-"
BY no means He is q profes-
sional firt.
is it possible ," lisped the widow
And / mentally shook hands with
myself for having thus deity put a
spoke in Bob's wheel.
First impressions are everything,
and | certainly had been beforehand
with the pretty widow Neither had
| any eompunctions Of conscience, for
hadn't Bob been playing practical
jokes of all styles and complexions
on me ever since we had entered the
bar side by side!
Stupid Tom" had been his pet
name for me, always; but this wasn't
so very stupid" game, after all
While was thus metaphorically |
hugging myself, the conductor bawl-
ed out, Glendale" and / sprang up
TO assist my lovely companion out Of
the car, eheerfully burdenirg myself
with bags, baskets, parasols, and bull
Ky wraps
As we stepped upon the platform, 4
/ nearly tumbled into the arms Of
Bob Garter.
"Hullo, Toni" WAS his intelligent
greeting. You don't grow any
lighter as YOU grow older
| was about TO reiort bitterly, /
when a sudden change came over
bis face, as be bebeld the pretty wild
ow behind me-
''Gertie,n be exclaimed, elasping
both her hands in his
"Yes. Robert she answered, with 1
sparkling ewes and flushed cheeks. !
That gentleman has got nv parcels I
he has been very kind 10 me-"
"Oh, has be, though! ! well, we won't
trouble him any further, am much |
obliged 10 you, Tom, and win send
you cards 20 the wedding"
ITO what wedding? ~ / gasped.
Didn't you tell him, Gertie Why I
to our wedding, the tenth of next
month, to be sure. IA recior Tom
be careful Of yourself for my sake"
And that was the last l ever saw
Of my daisy-faced widow !! For If you |
think | was mean-spirited enough 10
90 to that wedding, you are mistaken
in my character.
In dog fight which occurred on a
New Bedford wharf q few days ago,
one of the animals got q good hold 4