The Superior times. [volume] (Superior, Wis.) 1870-1912, 1882-05-20
DaVid'S Valentine.

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strange things, but that of one ST.
Valentines Day was the strangest Of
all. Though his example, in doing as
he did, is not to be commended, the
heart and feeling Of kindness that it
sprung from, is worth something to
young or old.
/" Miss Burch, didn't you never get
a valentine?" he said on the occasion,
with more goodwill than grammar, as
he leaned on the sewing machine in
his mammals sitting room, and looked
up into the little dressmaker's face
"No, | don't think I ever had" said
Miss Burch, taking a pin out of her
mouth.
"Well, now, that's too bad, and you
such a nice little woman, too. What
were all the fellows thinking OFF"
Miss Burch laughed.
"Not Of me, evidently, Davy. But
thank you for the compliment"
"Oh, you're welcome. But really
it is too bad. Why, I'll wager my sis
ter Gus gets twenty this very day"
Just here Miss Augusta herself pass
ed through the room, and said:
"What are you bothering Miss
Burch for, Davy? It's nearly school
| time"
81 amt bothering her. Am I. Miss
Burch?"
'Not a bit," answered the little
dressmaker.
But it's time for you to 90 to your
school" " insisted Augusta, who did not
fancy boys in the way.
" 1t isn't for half an hour yet. But
III go off if you're so particular.
Master David marched out in high
dudgeon.
"Gus is as funny as the dickens,n
he grumbled. "And III wager she
gets whole load Of valentines, and
nice little Miss Burch not one. But
she does, though! III tend to it my
self | can write nice enough, and
she shan't have one of them comic
things, either, Ill-oh, ! know what
I'll do"
He dashed into his uncle David's
room without waiting to rap-little
David knew he was a privileged char
acter with big David-and began;
"Uncle-uncle, please write me
valentine, quick" "
Uncle looked up from his writing.
"What do you want with valen-
tine?"
"Oh, I know III send it. You just
write one, regular good one, won't
you?"
q suppose l can," drawing a sheet
of paper toward him. What shall
[ write?"
ooh, you know. Write like you
was asking her to have you, amt that
the way? You know how to get it up
Begin it Dear Miss don't you? And
oh, l don't know, but you do"
Thus adjured uncle Davy, to humor
his pet boys nonsense, took the paper
and wrote:
DEAR MIss-Being impressed
with your beauty and worth, [ write
this line to ask you to be mine, and if
YOU accept me for your valentine |
shall be so happy. For ever thine"
"Shall l sign your name?" he asked
pushing the paper towards, and look
ing up at his anxious companion.
"Yes, put my name" says little Da-
Wy. SO big Davy signed it: David |
Hunter" and gave it over to his little
nephew.
Davy took it and scampered away.
Uncle Davy thought no more of the
matter for he had his business to oc-
cupy his busy brain.
After supper Uncle David went up
to his room, and the first thing which |
caught his attention was small white
envelope lying upon his table.
He took itup,
1t was addressed to him in a neat
hand, but a strange one, and he open
ed it thinking it some matter of bust
ness.
He read it-caught his breath
read again, and then again.
Good gracious!
This was what he read:
MIR. HUNTER;--I was so surprised /
at Your note, that ] hardly know what
to answer. 1t seems so strange that |
YOU should choose me for wife, and /
vet | feel sure YOU are too true a gen
tleman to intend a Joke upon one so /
friendless as | am. If you really mean
it, and do wish to make me your wife,
| will speak to YOU in your sisters IL
brary after supper
Yours respectfully,
MARY BURCH."
Uncle David sat down and wiped