Marshall County Republican. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1856-1878, 1874-08-13

couldn't make out what the secret
of it was, for Ben's descriptive powers
are weak.
"Was it her dress ?"
He couldn't exactly say.
"She was got up killingly. Those
what-you-call- 'ems sewed on the skirt,
with a tassel to it, hitched on some
where, and some fizzy-me-jigs around
the head; lots of fummy-diddle tackled
to her somehow"
All he could describe nationally was
her boots.
French kids, all lowered off, and
fitted like a ducks foot in a mud pud-
de-"
But if Ben can't talk he can see, and
there's where he has the advantage of
Phil. He saw at once that Fanny Shot
well was a played-out coquette, and
Toured her face, and streaked on a
little red" That must have been be-
70 e they began to travel. she wouldn't
dare be painted In the cars-would she
with dust blowing so.
She wore two long braids Topping
down her back and Ben thought they
were ca dead sure thing for certain, )"
and grew on her head. But gust of
wind happened to blow under them
and he happened to see where they
were tied on
That finished him, he said: but he
did not mention it to Phil, for Phil was
growing very gallant all of sudden.
Just fancy that boyl She was a
dozen years older than he was, if she
was day, and ought to have been sort
of a good auntie to him, and told him
when his collar was one-sided, and
helped form his manners. But instead
Of that the old thing undertook to firt
with him. Ben said it was fact.
When they stopped at hotels she played
and sang straight at Phil. Her
throat to suit Ben. He hates operate.
But it took Phil right off his feet.
"Did you ever ?" said he to Ben. eff
she sings like that now, whatn she do
by-and-by?"
"Why, how old do you call her ?" said
Ben.
about Kate's age, guess" replies
Phil.
/ was sixteen that month ! Ben
thought he should choke Phil was
very far gone indeed, and it was hard
werk getting him to bed, he was so alb
sorbed in the moon.
Ben didn't go into particulars, and /
had to picture it out for myself but L
could almost seem to see the whole
thing: those two creatures-Phil and
the ancient-sitting together in the cars
smiling at nothing; Phil stroking his
chin, where the underfringe" ought to
be popping to find ancient's old hand
kerchief, or open the window, or shut
it saying twill you allow me ?" when
she can't fasten her old gloves.
When l can't fasten my gloves, its
''why don't you take your boot-buttoner,
Kate. That'll fetch it," But this is
"another, not sister," as the song
says; and it makes all the difference,
you know.
Shouldn't wonder if he is quoting
poetry at her. He despises poetry !;
but he's learned two or three
lines, hearing me say them
over. Antiquity smirks and rolls up her
eyes to the bell-rope.
wish did know how they do it
these flirts. Not that would act so my
self 1t would be more excusablein lit
tie girl like me but, young as L am,
I'd scorn such silly behavior.
Phil runs his fingers through his hair,
and leaned forward in the most insin-
uating manner to hear her talk, with
the cars going rattletybang. And there
are Ben and the other one looking on
laughing in their sleeves.
They go by the Canada route, and
stop at Niagara Falls and the night be-
fore they get there they travel little
In the evening, and reach Niagara about
ten o'clock. Now, here is where the
joke comes In.
1t was lovely evening. Diana--that's
the moon--was daintily picking her
way through the white clouds overhead,
and Phil and Miss Ann Tiquity sat look
ing at her with q very moonstruck ex-
preston. They had talked themselves
all out and that boy, 1 presume, was
conjugating Latin verbs to himself ;
that's what he does when he's trying to
think up something to say. Miss Ann
was sitting by the window, few inches
nearer the moon than he was, and more
sentimental, if anything.
"Why can't somebody singY' said
she. 1--WE must have music by moon
light"
She was such gushing little thing,
you know? Never stopped to think
there was anybody else in the car but
their party, and struck up, cane lo'e
DEAR" with the very top notes of her
throat. Everybody sat stock still and
listened, as if a nightingale had flown in
and was giving a solo.
| But all in second, just as the last
strain was dying away, Miss Ann was
seized with a violent fit of coughing.
The evening air was probably damp
and tickled her throat, for she hadlet IL
barrels and barrels of it, opening hel
mouth so wide. At any rate, she
coughed so hard that she had to pu'
her head out of the window to preven
strangulation. Little Miss Hit felt il
her pocket for lozenge, and Ben sai(
to Phil, laughing:
"You'd better pat her on the back.
But it was over in half minute, an6
Phil was just settling himself comforta
bly,, when she drew in her head from TIT
window, and seized him by the slloul
der, crying OUT
"My teeth are gone, my teeth ar
gone?'