Shenandoah herald. [volume] (Woodstock, Va.) 1865-1974, 1875-02-18

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niece sat trembling upon the sofa. and
little Charley felt that the word might
come to ali immediate end and not
annoy him by the suddenness of the
change. m eet aaa
At last, however, the crisis passed.
for with some new idea entering hel
head, the old lady turned, and remark
ing she was ''tired to death" plumped
her two hundred and fifty pounds
avoirdupois upon the. heap, and little
Charley assumed the shape of a human
pancake. He would have groaned, but
did not have wind enough for tbs
purpose. bis
A little shrek from Clara attracted
the old ladys attention to her niece.
"Why, you are all dressed up to-
night"
aye es, aunt DEAR" replied Clara
mentally conjecturing how Charley
felt in his present condition.
Eyes" returned the other, you look
very well, only rather pale. Are yoq
sick?"
s[-I don't feel very well, answered
her niece, silently consigning her rela
tive to Chicago, OF some other wicked
place. r
II am sure you can't when you lace
up so tight, my DEAR" affectionately re-
marked the incorrigible old lady.
81 don't family repudiated Clara,
while little Charley rasped the skin of
one of his ears trying to quietly twist
mis- head into a position where he
might distinctly hear anything of in
terest.
"You don't Yes, you do, and at
our time of life it is preposterous. Il
you were young, giddy girl, it would
be different; but for person of your
age"
s'Oh aunt!"
Charley bagked some more skin
off, and became decidedly in crested
"No, there's no ooh, Aunt" about
it" continued the ''incorrigible" eager
ly oscillating her head. "You some
times act more like silly school girl
than woman who has seen twenty
six years Of life.
II haven't" exclaimed Clara and
Charley put his mouth in shape for a
whistle, but was Immediately fattened
out by FESTIVE bounce of the old
lady.
''You haven't! Why, yes you
haye-and nearly twenty-seyen. Why,
what in the world ails the girl ?
What are you Whispering about
Clara g
"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
the aunt.
''Your head aches, does it? Well,
no wonder; wearing all that mass Of
hair on your head is enough to make
it ache. What nonsense it is, when
there is no one here to see you. Be-
sides, it IS positively making you bald
headed.
"I'm not!" vigorously responded the
young lady, burying her face in her
hand as she thought of the nice things
the fellow under the carpet had been
saying.
you're not? Yes you are. There's
bald spot on the top of your head the
size Of my hapdt" the old lady ex'
tended palm in illustration. "What
in the world are you crying about,
Clara? Sakes alive! niece, you'll cry
yourself sick, and then you'll not be
able to visit the dentists tomorrow"
"Bother the dentist! Do keep still,
aunt" cried Clara, while Charley at
tempted to scratch his head, and had
his arm nearly dislocated by few
restless moves made by the old lady as
she Indignantly reprimanded her niece
for her disrespect and petulancy.
cit was your own wish to go to the
dentists Clara you know it was. You
said that set hurt your mouth, and you
wanted-goodness gracious What un
der the heaven does all the girl y for
Clara had darted out of the room with
smothered cry of rage and anguish,
leaving her relative to bounce up and
down on the pile of carpet in sheer
establishment, until Charley G-'s
respiratory organs were like pair of
collapsed bellows.
The old lady followed her niece up
stairs, and when the house was all qui
ct, Charley unlocked the front door,
and stealing forth, walked down Lucas
Place, sadder and wiser man.
Clara LETT town on visit, and the
young ladies who patronize the Fourth
Street dry goods establishment think
Charley must be suffering from a case
unrequitted affection, he looks 80 fiat
and talks so dismal,
A circuit preacher in Missouri prayed
for rain one night at farmers house.
and the farmer, who had horse race
arranged for the next day, was SO mad
that he turned the good man out of