The sun. [volume] (Morris, Stevens County, Minn.) 1882-1895, 1884-01-10
NUMBER FIFTEEN.

WulCii, tIhuk llcdVcu, ALI HUI. eCt
my living.in respectable way, by the
sweat of my brow, not by writing lies for
Consequently I've but one
story to write, and that is my own.
My..name is Roderick McStivers, and
Pm native of the good Old town of Tad.
mouth; Pm forty years old if Pm day
and, il do say it, as good looking fol
my age as any man you ever set eyes On
twenty years ago was fully as hand
some as am now, and at that time ]
was en- gagged to the charming Mary Black
the belle of falmouth. That was the
beginning of all my woe--that engage.
ment. ] was poor then Il own the largest
boot mandatory in Falmouth to-day
and the Lord only knew when should
be able to marry Mary. But she said
she didn't care, she could wait two OF
three centuries just as we'll as not, if I'd
only be true to her meantime
Sooner shall the blue ocean melt to air,
Sooner shall eartn resolve Itself to sea
Than resign thine image, oh my fair!
Or think Of ANYTHING excepting tree.
hats just what 1 said. You wouldn't
think, to look at me now, that ] could
say anything quite SO soft as the above,
wonld you, ell? Bless you! / had more
poetry in my head twenty years age
than you could shake stick at.
Many are poets who have never penn'd
Their inspirations, and psrchaDce the BEST.
That's what's the trouble with me. If
hadn't confined myself to leather. /
should have played the deuce with 1.-THE
nine" Well, you understand from the
above that Mary and | were all right. /
sEore that I'd be true, and she di:toed
but, bless me, my dear Sir, the sweet
girl had father, and he was not SO
young as we were by several years.
'Those were days when my heart was
volcanic" but the old gentleman's palpi-
!ator was as hard and cold as cast-iron
grindstone. The parernal Black did not
believe much in love, you see.
He had married for money, and. in
his opinion, that was the only thing
worth marrying for; and SO, instead of
throwing his only child away upon a
miserable vaganond like myself, he very
unceremoniously showed me the door
one evening, and the very next day
brought lover of his own choosing
home to Mary. The lovers name was
Bunsby, and he rolled in gold, metaphor
ically speaking; owned fine house in
New York, and had horses, carriages
and servants "too numerous to men,
ton" Oh, why should l linger over
this period of my existence I'm sure l
don't know why, and hang ne if do.
You guess the rest. Mary was daz-
zled with her new lovers wealth. She
orgot poor Roderick McStivers, and
married fhos. Bunsby, Esq, and IL,
alas, was not invited to the wedding!
Anything more heartless than the above
can scarcely be imagined. l suppose I
night have gone into mourning"
They told me couldn't be nun On &C
count OF my sex.
"Oh, what shall I dor I asked, in a
voice that sounded horribly strange, not
wthstanding that it was my own. 1
iefy you to tell me what did do. In
he light of my twenty years experience
! am convinced that | did the best thing
| could under the circumstances. [
carried my boarding mistress. She
vas o5 and was 20 years of age; she
was
A maid unmatched IN manners as n face,
Skilled in each art, and crowned with every
grace.
And, though I never learned to love her
extravagantly, must confess that she
could make the best apple dumplings
hat I ever ate. In the course of time |
became father. A daughter was BORN
% US, and we called her Julia, after my
grandmother, who was the most beauti-
ul woman in the country, to judge of
her portrait now before me. My daugh-
er looks much as my grandma her did
At her age. Well, as l said, a daughter
vas born to us and son was born to
Bunsbv, and they called him Tom. We
heard of the aforementioned event up
here in Tadmouth. but for years | never
saw either Mary or her son, notwith-
standing they used to visit her fat er
quite often while the old gentleman
lived. But at last Mr.. Black was
gathered to his fathers, and about the
same time my wife was gathered to her
mothers, and l was let done with my
little Julia. l was rich then-the most
wealthy man in TAdmouth-and | bad
quilt me fine house, the same that [
nave lived in ever since, with my little
lula rs housekee~ nr Well. how things
will come about Last summer young
Tom Bunsby came out TO Falmouth and
put up at the hotel-they have quite a
number of summer Doarders there-and
the first thing the young man did was tC
fall in love with my daughter Julia. u
course the poor fellow was not to blame
He couldn't help it, tor she was the
most bewitching little woman that you
ever saw, not outstanding that old Nc
Stivers is her father.
He saw her first at picnic, danced
with her, kissed her in the ring. and
walked home with her at night. re-
member the evening very well. l was
sitting in my library smoking cigar and
thinking OF the late Mrs. Nc Stivers-oh
those apple dumplinys! NV mouth wa
tiers every time think them-when
the windows being open. heard voices
at the door. / knew it was Julia, and
knew she had q young fellow with her
and, tear my wig, if he wasn't begging
How silvery sweet sound lovers tongues by
night,
Like sottest music to attending ears.
remarked earnestly to Mr.. McStivers
In about five minutes Julia came in blush
ing like ten-acre' flower garden, and
looking as lovely as fairy queen.
"Oh, papa! I've had such a splendid
time!" said she, throwing herself into
my arms and kissing the cuticle off my
right cheek.
ayes, should think so, particularly
during the last five minutes" l re-
marked.
sob, father" and she hid her face in
my whiskers.
"Who was it, my dear?" inquired
MIR. Thomas Bunsby.
''Tom Bunsby!' / yelled, springing te
nay feet. while me eyes rolled fearfully
Oh, it was terrible sight, ! know
because there wasa mirror in front Of
me.
"Hal"
Nothing that you ever heard on the
stage ever equalIed that blood-curdlins
Hal of mine.
Ny daughter fell at my feet the pic
ture of terrified terror or Mortified hor
ror, can't tell which. The whole thins
was grand and awful in the extreme.
"Girl," said 1. in voice OF thunder
and lightning, Ibid you know Tom Bus
by's father?"
Moo"
cor his mother?'
"No.
Cor his grandfather