The Londonderry sifter. (South Londonderry, Vt.) 1883-19??, 1884-04-25
A Marvellous Meta1norphosis


"No, q hundred times no" she ex-
claimed.
"And why do you refuse me-" he
pleaded, II am rich, we'll educated,
and move IN the best society. Again
Iasis, why do you refuse nc"
"Because," slowly replied the beau
tiful girl, deliberately surveying her
would-be sweetheart from head to
foot, because l do not admire living
skeleton"
"Wha--wha-what" gasped Bona
parte Osseous; "do you mean to insinu-
ate that I am skeleton?"
"You can draw your own differences,
sir" coolly replied Fatima Oleo.
81 know 1 am attenuated." sighed
Bonaparte, "but with kind treatment
and a sweet-tempered mother-in-law,
l may some Gay outrival even your
generous proportions"
Miss Oleo was good girl, weighing
175 pounds, and took a pardonable
pride in her obtrusive obesity.
On the other hand, young Osseous
didn't weigh much more than kit OF
mackerel.
1t was no wonder, then, that when
ever they appeared together in public
whether parading in Central Park, OF
promenading Fifth Avenue, the,
attracted considerable attention, ant
elected many uncomplimentary re-
marks.
The last time he took her to church
some heartless wretch wrote thu
following lines on the fly leaf of
hymn book and handed the volume tt
Miss Oleo.
There was thin man who had fat wife,
Fat wife, fat wife, God bless her
| She looked likea drum. and he like fife,
And it took all his money to dress her,
| To dress her,
God bless her,
| TO dress her.
When she read the verse she did no
faint, but then and there firmly resolv
ed never to wed bag Of bones. There
fore, when Mr.. Osseous proposed sh
| fatty refused to entertain the offer o
| either his heart or his attenuated anat
omy.
When he expressed the hope that h
might some day attain the magnifcen
magnitude of Miss Oleo, she gave hin
a glance of supreme scorn, and advise
him to Immediately make application
for the position of "freak" in dim
museum.
"Never mind, Miss Fatima," said hi
as he tottered towards the door, 9Th
day will come when you will be prou
to place yourself under my protection.
And as he ratified out of the room th
racket hesmade sounded like an over
ture of castanets.
CHAPTER II. TOO THICE
The fog was thick on the river,
The fog was thick in the street,
And the gaslights Pickering culver
No shadows cast at the feet
Of the hungry throng that homeward hied
To Jersey or Brooklyn, beyond the tide.
ut is too provoking" said Miss Ole
to her friend Miss Margery, whom 81
was accompanying to the Desbross(
Street Ferry, about year after hi
refusing Mr.. Osseous, "that this fo
should swoop down like the Assyriar
upon the fold. 1t is so thick that
can scarcely see, and l know my criml
are all out of curl"
81 don't care as much for that as
do the danger of crossing the river
replied Miss Margery, who lived
Jersey City.
"If you are afraid l will go hon
with you," said Miss Oleo, bravel
Il would like nothing better than
run the risk of being wrecked, eve
on a ferry-boat"
81 should be pleased to have W
come with me, said her friend. "Whe
we reach the other side you can tel
graph yonr folks so they will not fe
worried at your absence"
After delay of half an hour t
boat started on its perilous voyag
The cabin was crowded, and the ty
| young ladies were obliged to stand |
until the stalwart form OF a man arc
and with a bow eifei ed bis seat