Juniata sentinel and Republican. [volume] (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, 1878-05-01
Bad Game of Freeze-Out.

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No, John William is a changed man.
He never will be real happy again. He
was light-hearted young man once,
and he wore a good conscience and a
collar as broad as a minstrel joke, and
little tight boots, and his heart was just
as full Of affection and the image of a
girl out on High street as it could hold
And twice a week, Tuesday and Friday
nights, John William went up to High
street just dressed to death and over
EOwing with tender things to say that
he had thought up and composed and
read during the day. And she-thai
High street girl-always met him at
the hall door and led him into the par
lor, and he was, oh just so happy he
wanted somebody to kill him right
away, for he felt too good and happy to
live. Oh, he was a nice young man.
Every body loved him. Dressed in such
exquisite taste, and such a flow of Ian.
guage. Could talk about any and
everything under the sun; members OF
the Philo-Apollodoru Diadaction So
ciety used to call him the Aventinoniens
of America, he was so overfiowing and
lucid.
Well, one lovely evening he made his
regular semi-weekly visit, went up
rather early, and anticipated the best
kind of time, but was struck all of a
heap when the servant answered the
bell, and politely ushered him into the
parlor. But he thought maybe the
dearest girl in the world was just put
ting on little style. But you can't
imagine how dreadfully discouraged he
felt when he went into the parlor and
couldn't see the young lady anywhere,
and nobody there at all but her mother.
Now, John Williams acquaintance
with her mother was very slight. He
had never met her at all in fact, and he
had casually heard that she didn't like
him pretty much, and that she had once
remarked that she'd like to meet him
orce, that she'd take some of his impu-
dence aud nonsense out of him, that was
all. Naturally, John William stood in
great awe of her mother. Tall woman,
with a broad, high fOrhesd, wide mouth.
with awful parentheses at the corners
of it, thin lips and eyes that had super
naturally CLASSY look even when they
were smiling. Talked bass. And spoke
very slowly. Not at all the kind OF a
woman to impress strange young man
very tenderly.
But John William isn't the kind of a
man, isn't John William, not to take
advantage of an opportunity when il
presents itself, and he resolved, as soon
as he took In the situation, to smite
while The metal was in a condition OF
temperature indicating malleability.
So he proceeded TO strike. He sat down
on the edge of the hardest chair he could
find, and directly opposite the young
Iady's mother. AM looked her directly
In the face, while he began.
To begin with. he didn't say anything.
Couldn't exactly think of what he
wanted, so he just looked at her and
smiled pleasantly.
His overture was met by a stony
glare that not only froze his smile, but
CONCEALED the very blood in his heart,
and ne had to grasp for a moment or
two while 1t thaweG out. Then he once
more unto the breach, good friends.
pleasant, this evening""
every" came like response from
the gloomy tomb, and John William
felt the cold chills crawl up ard down
his back
"It has been a lovely afternoon" he
went on.
"Beantiful," she said, hoarsely, and
John William thought of stories he had
read about dead people who were mes
merized and kept on talking for hours
after they were dead.
"It was very warm during the middle
of the day." John William said, going
back for subject, thinking he would
light on something if he only pushed
his researches far enough down the dim
shadowy aisles of the buried past.
"Ex-ceed-ing-ly," was the solemn
response, and John William wanted tc
stand up and scream so bad that ht
thought he would go wild. But in the
bright lexicon of youth there's no such
word as never say die, Mr.. Brown, and
he made one more effort:
at looked like rain orce during the
morning."
Very much indeed" came in s
sepulchral cadence. And John William
held on to his chair with both hands tC
keep himself from jumping out of the
window. But he persevered:
ave had lovely SUNRISE"
"Re-mark-a bly," And to save hi
never-dying soul, John William
couldn help making a gurgling groar
and pounding on the floor with hi
heels.
"Slr-r-r!" the lady exclaimed in thu
distant thunder tones with which
Jsnauschek used to ssy, "Mr. Tulk
inghorn, open the door,"
. "Oh J" screamed John William
springing to his feet and tearing hi
straw hat MILAN braid, $500 int
shreds. "Oh! he yelled, dancing vi
and down like a wild Indian, while hi
hair stood up like porks upon the quill
full fretupine. "Oh!" it was doggoned
Internally hot till night, ou can jus
bet your everlasting boots! Hot? Oh-h
Ha ha ha hahaha-a ap' And he sailet
out of the house and went Gathering
down High street, gibbering. bowling
; shrieking maniac.
o brethern, a girl doesn't know wha
fun she misses bv not being boy!
Flowers and Flower Girls.
She Is little brown, black-eyed
gypsy of girl, and sits on the side
walk in Fourteenth street New York
and sells her flowers every afternoon L