The Manitowoc tribune. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1866-1878, 1878-04-18
"My sweet loving little pet
she WAS at school John . u - =. -

"My weet-tempered. loving little pet
she was at school, John.
"That Only makes it the more imper-
ative that she should leave this place at
once, "sa1d Mr. Trueax. "B But what is
to be done with the baby ?"
Why, you stupidest of old fellows,
that must go with it's mother. Do you
imagine she would leave it here? Come,
Little Red Riding-hood. Brother
John" lowering her voice to O whisper
=" she is faint with nervous agitation.
I will assist her, and you will-oh you
UiLl, dear John, just this once-carry
the baby p
And, before Mr.. Trueax could say a
word, baby was in his arms, tugging
away at his long brown beard, and crow
ing with delight. And it was thus that
two Of the strictest members of The
Stanch Old Bachelors beheld their
Vice President that bright November
day coming out of the baby -show-a
baby in his arms and taDo lovely women
following directly behind -beheld HIM,
and turned to liUirag statues on the spot.
A year and nearly three months had
passed away since Winifred Trueax
found her old school friend ct the baby
show, and it was ST. Valenti ae's day.
The postmen, with twenty times their
usual loads, were hurrying from house
to house, leaving hearts, and Cupids, and
posies, ard true-lover knots, and doves,
and sweet verses, and some verses any
thing but sweet, behind them. ,.4.-
But at the door of ono small cottage
on the outskirts of the city rang special
messenger this Valentine morning be-
fore any of the mail-carriers were about
so early, in fact that the valentine he
carried was handed in with the baker,
breakfast loaf. fs7
A snug little cottage it was. And the
parlor, which faced the south, and
around whose walls still hung some
Christmas green's, was the contest,
brightest room you could possibly i'm
agine. In one corner oil q crimson
lounge, covered with an old-fashioned
star quilt, lay handsome old woman,
her still-bright eyes dwelling with a
look of fondness on the golden haired
2-year-old girl who sat in her little rock
ing-chair softly singing her Santa Claus
doll to sleep. -+r ......
And by the window, the bushes COM
ing and going in her happy face, stood
Daisy Mulgrove re-reading for the twen-
tieth time the verses that came in with
the morning bread. .....-..-......
&c What is it, Daisy ?' at last asked the
old woman, turning her eyes in the di-
rection of the pretty reader ga valen-
tine ? May see it, dear p
"It's something of the sort, answered
Daisy, with another blush; g hut if you
don't mind very much, grandmamma,
I'd rather not -..-.-.-... Ice
A gentle knock at the door interrupted
her. ........ .........- -. --...-f
s"Pull the bobbin and the latch will
fly up" called out Daisy, laughingly,
sinking into chair and hiding the val
entine behind the window curtain.
"And, reversing the old story, the
latch flew up and in walked the wolf, .
said John Trueax, as he came into the
room, where he was Immediately elutched
around the leg by the baby.
"Such a terrible, terrible wolf ~
laughed Red Riding hood.
So terrible that he feels as though
he could eat you this moment" says the
wolf, showing his strong, white teeth.
Then uaelasping wee Daisy's hands,
and putting huge sugar plum in each
one, he went TO the side of the couch on
face lit up with pleasure at the sight of
him-and laid a bouquet of fragrant
flowers on the starry coverlet. ggkE
Then, returning to the young moth er,
who had taken her little one upon her
lap, he asked: =" Did you receive a val
entine this morning ?' ]5G G Z
CT did-instead Of pat of butter"
"And what did the writer of it say?"
"You could never guess
"That is the reason ask"
He says "-speaking slowly, and
with bright smile dancing on her lips
and in her eyes" that he loves my ba-
by, and thinks her the prettiest baby in
the world"
"Any thing else %
"And that, not content with having
shamed her far-away cousin into giving
her part of what should have been her
fortune, he wished to share his own with
her If"
s"If?" s
g Her mother will consent to be sister
to darling Winnie, and mistress of his
beautiful home"
do you intend to reply to that val
entine, Little Red Riding -hood2"
S''I do, Wolf" - s' 4s- ~7z
Then reply Immediately .ezz-
r She put the prettiest baby off her
knees, gave it a kiss on it's sweet red
mouth, and whispered, but not soClow
but that Jack Trueax caught the words,
Darling, go give that kiss to papa. -
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