Omaha daily bee., 1874-07-17

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hung down to the right and left
his mouth like two ~icicles, viii
mine were turned and twisted VI
wards and shone in many differel
colors.
"Uncle," 1 cried, when / came i
there and got frightened beyon
description.
"Lad," says he, "what do yo
want q"
"What do you want ?" says I.
~ want just what you do nc
want" says he.
"But / do want" says /, Sand
have only come" l added, "to eel
you that l am now determined t
make up with you, and to ask vol
to always remain my good old frient
and uncle"
"Do you really mean that" say!
he, and looks me steadily in th,
face.
"Well," then let me tell you. that
l was just about coming to you in
this outfit, to just scare you q little;
but / know that from my old sol.
dierly times there is nothing like q
real good scare; that shakes up any
man and brings out his better-self,
for then his honor is involved. And
dad" he added, and laid his hand
on my arm; ~ for one do not want
to stand in your way, and not want
to blot the white sheet of your hap
piness, for that little girl is born for
you, and that little girl is good.
And with that he closed his fingers
on my own, that / could not help
but think, eyes if she is as good as
that, she is more than good"
My uncle went and got a couple
of glasses Of his old port and said,
"Lad, come here and refresh your.
self. And, by the way, do you
know yet how to go about it,"
"Of course" says I, just as i'll
did not know that.
"Well, put your feet up on this
says he.
"What for" says 1.
"Oh nothing" says he, and IN
buttons the straps Of my pants,
when you kneel down, these
might be announcement"
"Well," says ], "you go it at a
good gait"
"What's proper, is proper" says
ne. have never gone through it
myself, but that is the way 1 have
seen it in pictures. But
what will you say to her? Wait, Il
leip you? and she ran hastily to his
box and searched for q
while among all his most sacred
treasures. And really, at last he
anne out with that old album
he had in it. Seldom
My he touched it, for he kept it
acred it contained remembrances
# all the dear old friends he ever /
lad and it vas only during one
light that he ever touched it at all
Then he prepared himself. He put
n his best clothes and spread a
lean white cloth on the table and
'ut a light at his right and left on
he table, sat down and turned leaf
fter leaf and read all the verses
hat were written on them. And
t was not seldom OF late that
Ie put a black cross to some Of the
ames, and thus kept the list of the
cad. After every time he had to
o that, he generally felt very sad.
nd the last time he came over to
ee me, he said GAS far as l know
My one more of them is alive. It's
'hris Binger, son Of old tailor Bin
er, who used to live in my fathers
ouse. They say he is toll keeper at
'archin, and ii our Lord is willing,
shall 60 and see him next sum-
her,"
"Here," he said, when he pro-
uced his album this time and laid
on the table, '.here, sit down and
'Ok for a little verse and learn it
Y heart. There are some in it
'hich you might S as a prayer to
eaven, and there will be one too,
'hich YOU can say to the best girl
"Uncle," says 1, and took his al
UNI and looked over it, 81 tell you
hat l shall do. I shall speak to
or just as 1 feel, and, I assure you,
feel rather queer this morning."
IA good idea," says he. "a good
Iea, my lad, and probably better,
nd then you must hurry. And
len you must hurry. And waltz
E added when I had turned to GO,
your collar teyre is dangling down
our back,n and gave me his bless
e and pulled my shirt and cOatd
liar straight. "And now go with
-
1 went, but when / left the house
melody was coughing aud sneez- 4
g up stairs, and when Hooked up, n
ere was uncle Matthias noddinA
I'd winking at me, and every time
hen l looked around on my wayf
'wn the street, there was uncle I
athias in the window nodding and
and shaking his red hand
so that at last / did not
IN any more, for fear people might
I'd out what we were about.
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