Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1882-11-17
HE AND SHE.


with Alphonsus Augustus. The full-orbed
moon cast its silvery light upon their path,
ana illumed it with that cold nickle- plated
hue which is in such pleasing contrast to
the MONDAY glare of the burning red sun.
1t was time for meditation, for reflection,
for sympathetic exchange of words of love
and cOunsels of affection. Both Mabeletta
and Alphonsus Augustus had burdens to
carry. Not only were their hearts over
loaded with gushing affection which longed
to burst forth and well up to the trimming
edge of loving lips, but they had taken in
at the Understandable much ice-cream,
lobster salad, terrapin stew and frosted
jellycakes of various patterns and degrees
| of ornamentation. Mabeletta's right hand
was linked in the crook of the elbow of the
left arm of Alphonsus Augustus. With his
manly right hand he reached across under
| the edge of the shawl which sheltered his
| beloved from the chilliness of the autumn
night. Grasping her dainty little hand in
his, he strOked it tenderly and then turned
and looked squarely into those liquid blue
eyes of hers, which with lustrous response
! returned his loving gaze with compound
i interest.
'Mabeletta.' said he.
"Alphonsus Augustus!' responded she.
i've been thinking" said he.
''Yes,' said the blue-eyed Mabeletta, 81
| reckon you have. So have IT,
swell, Mabeietta, what I've been think
ing is that we two LOVING souls have been
made for each other, and that we ought to
be one.'
ALL Yes, yes, two too loving" sweetly
en1io1 tho 0hioct of hic affac4ionS as nm
der the fringed edge Of the shawl she gave
the big paw of her lover a responsive
squeeze with her little terra-cotta-gloved
hand. "Alphonsus, Augustus, 1 will not
deny that I love you. dote on you. The
fulness of my hope for present and future
happiness is conferred on your own dear
self, and yet there is one thing which,
must own, stands in the way of our union
phonsus Augustus, as he thought of the
conjectural number-four boot of he,
father, the big barking dog of her elder
possibly unfavorable mother-in-law. Gould
it be any or all of these? A cloud came
over the bright prospects of the future, an6
all seemed dark. 'sTell me, my own Ma
beletta, what is its
| AcdI W SPEAK VI SuCu SuUJcCt "
you," replied Mabeletta, with shortened
quickened, nervous breath, and another re
sponsive squeeze of the manly paw o.
Alph. Aug.
Tell me the worst,'' he gasped; land i
my doom is sealed I will tomorrow a
dawn take six grains of strychnia.''
mo strychnia for my Alphonsus Angus
, tus," lovingly responded Mabeletta:-
l l.:
Alphonsus, you are weak and ailing. Yo'
are troubled with dyspepsia. The ice-crean
and things you have swallowed to-nigh
, have given you such an attack of indigestion
that you will not sleep wink till the ris
for husband, Alphonsus Augustus, bu
t you will be. What you need is Brown'
Iron Bitters, the purest and best tonic il
: the world. It knocks indigestion highe
than ten thousand kites. 1t gives strenSt
and makes the blood rich and the Muscle
strong, and tones up the nerves. See 1ne
Alphonsus Augustus! I was poorly an
: pale and dyspeptic before you knew me
! took Browns Iron Bitters. Look at m
now-(and Alph. Aug. turned and looked
:. loving look into those healthy blue eye.
4 and saw by the pale moons rays tn
: plumpness of those lovely cheeks. and CAV
Q her hand under the fringed shawl anothe
q energetic squeeze Yes, see you lookin,
Q at me now;-and if you love me, tax
d Browns Iron Bitters and be strong"
a And Alph. Aug. pulled out his memoran
dunn book and wrote "Mem.-Brown's Iro
Bitters. Buy of any druggist in our cit
or anywhere else in the bounds of ci,
It ilization. Bottle first thing to MORO
q mOrninO1