Juniata sentinel and Republican. [volume] (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, 1877-07-18
Aunt Jemima's Jealous
Lover.

.sWhat did / hear you say, Emms
Matilda-that you didn't believe there
was any real love without shade o.
Jealousy? Well, that shows what &
real silly, light-hearted, uncalculatins
young goose you are"
Aunt Jemima drew long breath
and shook her head and foreflnger with
great gravity at her demurely pretty
niece and then went on:
"You're not content TO let things gC
smooth and easy, though, goodnes;
knows, that Edward Marshall is as nice
q young gentleman as | ever knew, and
you ought TO be thsnkful-since you are
4 woman and can't pick snd choose fol
yourself, but must wait till some young
man asks you-that you're lucky enough
TO be his choice without picking flaw;
In him and trying to spoil the happi.
ness that so few have the good fortune
10 enjoy"
81 am not picking flaws in Edward
Marshall, Aunt 'Mima," protested
Emma Matilda, her niece. ''l'm only
saying how sorry l am that he isn't
poetical and more like a story book
lover. Why, he never goes into rap
lures, or tantrums, or anything nice,
but Just keeps calm and gOod-Datured
all the time. L wish lived in the days
when men were knights and wore
swords, and fought for the ladies they
adored-that would be nice. And then
they would not even let any one look
at the objects of their devotion. But
Edward Marshall seems TO think it real
nice to have me taken off his hands once
In a while; and when | go out walking
with a gentleman friend, hoping to
make him wretched, he only smiles and
says he hopes I've been enjoying my
self"
(Which is clear proof that he has
good sense and knows enough not to
make fool of himself" exclaimed
Aunt Jemima with an air of conviction.
Now, just listen TO me for moment,
Emma Matilda, and I'll tell you some
thing that ought 10 make you serious
If 1t had not been for jealousy | should
not have been your old maid Aunt Je-
NINA, Yes; my dear, it's no joke to be
an old maid; you may well become
solemn when you think of it, and now
III tell you how it happened"
There had suddenly appeared gush
OF tears in Aunt Jemima's specialized
eyes. and her nose had become alarm
ingly red while she spoke. ''Itis natural
emotion" she observed, in excuse, "and
very likely you may indulge in the same
forty years from now, If Edward Mar
shalrs image rises before your mind,
and you have succeeded in getting nd
of him through some nonsensical freak
OF jealousy.
NV dear, l wasn't just like am now,
when / was your age; indeed, some folks
called me handsome, and | know my
cheeks were red and my eyes were as
bright as the common run of girls eyes.
l had a sweetheart, too-a likely
young man as | would care to see
Cuthbert Jones by name, and if you'd
told me in those days that Jemima Rod
gers would have been on my gravestone
| shouldn't have believed it.
Cuthbert was warm-hearted agreeable
and polite, but he was awfully jealous.
IL NAV have been his hair-it inclined
little to the sandy; or it may have been
his eyes-they had kind of greenish
tinge. But Cuthbert was mighty sharp
If any one looked at me, and we used TO
quarrel every time he saw me smile at
another young man, even if il was his
brother.
After we had made up-and at first it
was so nice to make up our quarrels that
they didn't seem so bad-he used to say
IL was because he set such store by me
that he was raving angry when he saw
re with any one else; and i used TO feel
sort of pleased and flattered, and forgot
his black looks and mean suspicious.
But, by-and-by, | got spunky, and L
vowed | would not stand such tyranny
that I'd never tie myself TO Blue
beard, and have my head snapped Oft If
did not mind every word he said.
Cuthbert's beard was not blue, though
| must say it was rather on the reddish,
which must have accounted for his being
fussy in his disposition.
The girls in our village got to teasing
me a good deal about his temper. When
we were out on picnics, they'd md an
old hat and hang it on bush near me,
and then call for him:
Mr.. Jones-Mr. Jones. Miss Rodgers
Is in dangern
1t used TO mortify him awfully, for he
WAS easily illustrated, but it didn't cure
him. Nothing could do that, it seemed.
One evening, Cousin Sarah Jane
Brown came over in sleigh from Pei
tonville, and brought her young brother
Abe with her.
They were going to stay all night at
our house, AND then start next day over
10 Norwood, to spend week with their
grandparents there. Now Abe, he was
only IA years old, but the most over
grown fellow you ever set your eyes on.
He was nigh as tall as his father, and
broad accordingly, but he had the soft
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