The spirit of democracy. [volume] (Woodsfield, Ohio) 1844-1994, 1878-04-09
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"Mulgrove."

"Mulgrove."
"Bless my hearth exclaimed john
"Old Lawyer Mulgrove-old enough to
have been her grandfather - Then, re-
collecting himself, he stammered ga
good and clever man. l knew him well
in years gone by. And he was your hus
band 7" |
Eyes, sir"
"Yes, sir" muttered Mr.. Trueax. "1
wish she wouldn't be so confoundedly
respectful"
~ was about to say brother John"
continued Winnie with decision, that
Mrs. Mulgrove must not remain here"
"Of course not-being friend of
yours, Winnie"
"Myssweet-tempered, loving little pet
she was at school, John"
+, THAT only makes it the more impera-
tive that she should.le leave this place at
once" said Mr. Trueax. "But what is
to be done with the babyi'
"Why, you stupidest of old fellows,
that must 60 with its mother. Do you
Imagine she would leave it here2 Come
Little Red Riding-hood. Brother John"
lowering her voice to whisper-"she
is faint with nervous agitation / will
assist her, and you will-oh! you wiH,
dear John, just this once-carry the ba-
"" a
And before Mr. Trueax could say
word, baby was in his arms, Juggling
away at his long beard and growing with
delight And it was thus that two of the
strictest members of "The Staunch Old
Bachelors beheld their Vice President
that bright November day coming out of
the baby show-a baby in his arms and
too lovely women following directly be-
hind-beheld him, and turned to liuiag
statues on the spot.
A year and nearly three months had
passed away since Winifred Trueax found
her old school friend at the baby show,
and it was St. Valentines Day.
The postmen, with twenty times their
usual loads,wer hurrying from house to
house, leaving hearts, and Cupids, and
posies, and true-lover knots, aud doves,
and sweet verses, and some verses any
thing but sweet, behind them.
But atsthe door Of one small cottage
on the outskirts of the city rang spe
cial messenger this Valentino morning
before any of the mail-carriers were
about--so early in fact that thevalentine
he carried was handed in with the Bakers
breakfast Vienna loaf.
A snug little cottage it was And the
parlor, which faced the south, and around
whose walls still hung some Christmas
! greens, was the cosiest, brightest room
you could possibly imagine. In one cor
liner, on q crimson lounge, covered with
an old fashioned star quilt, lay hand
j some old woman, her still bright eyes
dwelling with look of fondness on the
golden.haired, two .year-old girl who sat
lin her little rocking chair softly singing
lher Santa Claus doll to sleep .
i And by the window, the bushes COM
ing and going in her happy face, stood
Daisy Nulgrove reading for the twenti
eth time the verses that came in with the
morning bread. .t
"What is it, Daisy ?" at last asked the
old woman, turning her eyes in the di.
rection Of the pretty reader. "a valen
tinep Nay l see it dear ?"
/ ats something Of the Sort" answer.
ed Daisy,with another blush; ''but If you
don't mind very much, ,grandmamma, I'd
rather not"
u A gentle knock at the door interrupted
her. ~ s3;la.a
i "Pull the bobbin and the latch will fly
up" called out Daisy ,laughingly sinking
: into chair and hiding the valentine be-
hind 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 vas Immediately clutched
around the leg by the baby.
i "Such terrible, terrible wolff" laugh.
ed Red Riding-hood.
!, $50 terrible that he feels as though he
: could eat you this moment" said the
, wolf, showing his strong, white teeth.
t Then unclasping wee Daisy's hands
and putting huge sugar. plum ir each
} one he went to the side of the couch on
2 which the old woman lay-her wrinklej
!. face lit up with pleasure at the sight ol
} him-and laid boquet Of fragrant flow
!. ers on the starry coverlet. 7a
: Then returning to the young mother
e who had taken her little one upon hei
!. lap, he asked, "Did you receive yalen
y tine this morning2"
e II did-instead of pat of butter"
9 sand what did the writer of it say? p
"You could never guess"
e "That is the reason Task"
i "He says"-speaking slowly and will
+ bright smile dancing on her lips and il
e her eyes-'.that he loves my baby ant
b thinks her the prettiest baby in tn
, world" .soESsI -
|. "Anything elsel'
"And that not content with having
n shamed her far-away cousin into givin,
her part of what should have been he
8 fortune, he wishes to share his own wit
Is her it, sT ,...s
l-l "If?"
,el sHer mother will consent to be siste
4, to darling Winnie and mistress of hi
le beautiful home"
e. "Do you intend to reply to that valer
in tine, Little Red Riding-hood1"
7e 81 do, Wolf"
WI "Then reply Immediately"
T. She put the prettiest baby off he
N knees, gave 1t kiss on lite sweet re
m mouth and whispered, but not 80 To-
to but that Jack Trueax caught the word
i'd "Darling, 60 give that kiss to papa"
orl ~ Mrs. Haweis, a lady moving in th
highest society in London, saysin he
It. book, entitled "The Art Of Beauty" ths
~ a beautifully dressed woman may los
more than half the benefit of her taste, Q
as that of her dress. maker, by the i'll taste Q
her husband or her upholsterer in furnish
be ing her rooms; and that the dress make
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