Alpena weekly argus. [volume] (Alpena, Mich.) 1871-1893, 1883-06-20
The Day BOarder.

breakfast and took her seat at the head OF
the table with all the grace OF Queen
full, II settled the question of the day
boarders leaving on the spot. lie couldn't
have been prled out with crowbar. The
new boarder was beautiful young lady
about nineteen years old, and cashier In
large retail store. She was girly girl,
however,, a blue-eyed blonde with dimple
In her chin as big as new nlcklc. She
was introduced to the day boarder as u
former resident of South Bend, Indiana.
"South Bend? ?" inquired the day board
er, "why used to live In South Bend my
SELF"
"Did you? Indeed" said the divine
blonde with sparkle in her eyes and an
animated look, "wly I'm so glad. We
can talk over old times. remember
hearing of you every once in while.
You must know lots Of folks l know,
You know the Smythes."
swell 1 should smile. Won hat from
Bile Smythe on election Did you know
Mrs. Wapello%
Mrs. Wapello, who kept hair store.
or course did. All the girls knew Mag.
Wapcllo. What fun we used to have
with George.
The day boarder had never heard of
George, but he didn't want to say SO and
throw any cold water on the tetc tete,
so he concluded to feel his way along and
run the risk of getting acquainted with
George by proxy. So he replied:
"Well l should say l did. George was
a case, and no mistake"
"Didn't we used to have fun with him
though ?" pursued the blonde.
"Fun was no name for IL. George had
some very taking ways among the girls"
ayes, he was a brave fellow, and as
handsome as he was brave. There were
a great many good qualities aboutGeorgc
aside from the fun there was In him.
Don't you remember the time he rushed
into the water and dragged out little
Johnny Gibbons after he had gone down
the third timer"
"Guess do. That was u proud day for
George"
ado you remember how he used to shake
himself in the parlory"
"Justlike a cornstarch pudding. George
was fat, but he didn't never seem to mind
1t much, though often used to wonder
how he worried along through the hot
weather"
"Oh, George didn't seem to mind 1t
much. lie had plenty to eat and that
which was good, too
ayes, George lived well, and no mistake,
There was nothing small about George
but his feet"
ale always kept himself clean"
slows that ?" inquired the day board
or with slice of fried liver half way up
to his mouth.
"Georgc didn't have any dirty tricks"
mot trick said the day boarder
hurriedly and breathing hard like pac-
ing horse just in from the third heat.
didn't smoke, chew, drink or anything
of that kind"
"IIa Ia " rippled the fair blonde, "of
course he didn't Aud that's just where
he had the advantage of some of you
young men,"
Eyes, George was moral. He was pi-
Gus, ip fact, aud went to church regularly,
didn't hep
Eyes, he'd go along when I'd let him,
but some Sundays didn't want him tag
ging at my heels, and l used to throw
stones at him and drive him back to the
house, and he'd run his tongue out and
trot right straight back as contented as Il
lamb. Wasn't that quecr?'
"Yes, George always was little queer.
AT least we used to think he was queer.
What did he run his tongue out at you
for?'
80, suppose he was hot. You know
he was fat as a pig, and warm days he
would loll around the house like we'll
fed OK in fly time. You had ought to see
him throw me down OH the grass and roll
over me. Ha! ha ~
The day boarder commenced to stir his
coffee at the rate of nine hundred and
scvcnty.fve revolutions to the minute.
At last he spoke.
THAT was queer
"Didn't he ever have any such romps as
that with you down town. He used to go
down town every day of his life. Didn't
he used to look up into your eyes and wag
his tail?"
The day boarder jumped about six feet
and grabbing hold of the mantle piece,
stood there as pale as ghost and SILVER
ing like splinter on n buttcrnut rail.
Then he walled:
George was queer. Is lie as queer yet
now he's grown up?'
"Grown up! Queer yet George is dead.
lie died five years ago. Didn't you know
that?"
mo. Did he have II big funeral, and
did the fellows all turn out at the OBJ
scquiesY'
Funeral No. Pa just dumped him OH
TO stone boat and hauled him of down
to the river and chucked him in under the
ice. And he went down over the mill
dam, aud caught on an old dead tree, aud
the boys next summer couldn't fish within
forty rods Of that place on account of
him. But he was the best dog IN South
Bend. for all that"
I'LL thought" shivered the day board
er. "that you were talking about George
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