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

Blue-eyed Mabeletta was returning home
with Alphonsus Augustus. The full-orbed
moon cast its silvery light upon their path,
and illumed it with that cold Nnickle- 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 Nabeletta
and Alphonsus Augustus had burdens to
carry. Not only were their hearts over
loaded with gushing affection which longed
to hurst forth and we'll up to the trimming
edge It loving lips, but they had taken in
at the church .sociable much ice-cream,
lobster salad, tsrrapin stew and frosted
jellycakes Of various atterns and degrees
of ornamentation. Mabeletta's right hand
was lini.sd in tn, crook of the elbow of the
1911 arm c. Alphansus Augustus, With his
I manly light 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
interest.
"Mabelettaw said he.
"Alphonsus Augustus!' responded she.
| 1--WE been thinking" said he.
eyes," said the blue-eyed Mabeletta, Il
reckon you have. So have l."
"Well, Mabeletta, 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.''
'Ah! Yes. yes, two too loving" sweetly
replied the object of his affections as un
der the fringed edge of the shawl she gave
? the big paw of her lover a responsive
squeeze with her little terra GOTTA glove6
hand. "Alphonsus, Augustus, I will no
deny that love you. 1 dote ON you. Thu
, fulness of my hope for present and future
happiness is centered on your own dea
self, and yet there is one thing which,
must own, stands in the way of our union
/ 'Alas! What?'' nervously queried AL
phonsus Augustus, as he thought of tn
conjectural number-fourteen boot of he
father, the big barking dog of her eide
f brother, and the wrinkled criticisms OF
1 possibly unfavorable mother-in-law. Coul,
8 it be any or all of these? A cloud cam
!, over the bright prospects of the future, an
= all seemed dark. "Tell me, my own Ma
l. beletta, what is it,
S Il fear to speak of such subject t
/ you,'' replied Mabeletta, with shortened
!. quickened, nervous breath. and another re
:. sponsive squeeze of the manly paw O
n Alph. Aug.
Tell me the worst he gasped; "and
my doom is sealed 1 will tomorrow a
dawn take six grains of strychnia.''
mo strychnia for my Alphonsus Angus
70 tus," lovingly responded Mabeletta:-
n there are better things in store for hin
II Alphonsus, you are weak and ailing. 70
% are troubled with dyspepsia. The ice-crea1
!, and things you have swallowed to-nigh
- have given you such an attack of indigestio
that you will not sleep a wink till the ris
of to-mOrrow's sun. You are not now
for husband. Alphonsus Augustus, br
It you will be. What you need is Brown
9 iron Bitters, the purest and best tonic
l. the world. 1t knocks indigestion highe
than ten thousand kites. 1t gives strengt
and makes the blood rich and the muscle
strong, and tones up the nerves. See m
Alphonsus Augustus! I was poorly an
,: pale and dyspeptic before you knew M
n I took Browns Iron Bitters. Look at m
n now--(and Alph. Aug. turned and looked
:, loving look into those healthy blue eye
!" and saw by the pale moons rays tt
a. plumpness of those lovely cheeks, and gay
to her hand under the fringed shawl anothe
N energetic squeeze)- Yes, I see you lookin
10 at me now;-and if you love me, tax
ID Browns Iron Bitters and be strong.'
10 And Alph. Aug. pulled out his memora1
dunn book and wrote ''Mem.-Brown's Iro
as Bitters. Buy of any druggist in our cit
10 or anywhere else in the bounds of ci
at ilization. Bottle first thing to MORO
N morning"