The Press., 1885-08-27
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 The snave colonel explained that 1t was mistake. The invitatations were intend cd for the foreman. Thus peace was re- stored, but only to take flight forever the following week, when her youngest broth CT, Tommy, came. home from school to ask if 1t were true that she meant to marry old Major POssum? The boys at school said their pas and mas thought she was setting her cap for him, because she wrote him such gushing personals, and such lot of them.
 This was too much. Truth to tell, the festive major had kindly saved her the trouble by writing his own personals. That evening, when the colonel "dfop- ped in, as was his habit of late, Patty promptly resigned her position, giving 8 dozen or two out of the many scores of reasons she had for the step.
 He was plainly disconnected, and at tempted to rally her out of her resolution.
 "You are too sensitive" he prostrated l "Being a woman no one would think of thrashing yoI'
 Patty was obdnrate.
 '1'm dreadfully disappointed, confessed the colonel, disconsolately rubbing the shiny spot on the top of his head. ''1 took great comfort in considering you as 8 co-laborer, and-and talking things over, and getting the benefit of your womanly intuitions. And Sammy-Sammy's heart will be broken when tell him he is not to come for any more copy.
 "I shall always be glad to see Sammy whenever he feels inclined to call
 ''I could not allow that. Hear he would prove troublesome. Tell you what, Miss Patty, he continued, with sudden change of the subject, ''you mustn't quit. Yor must try your hand at the. obituaries There is poetic scoop in them. I don wonder at your getting sick of calling cal ico wrappers dainty costumes, plate O sardines a collation., and mush and mill for three a banquet but this will b. more congenial. Its easy writing, ant pretty. All you've got to do is to speak o the old fellows as old oaks fallen, thu young ones, as stately cedars lay low. Th' ladies are all angels, and the children rosebuds. Then you can throw in some thing about the dread reaper, the dark robed angel, ct cetera, and make consolins reflections about the sweet by and by, and there you are.' .,. Patty at first refused, but was finall, won over.
 ':Old Mullins died yesterday you ma, begin with him, said the editor. "H was regular subscriber, so give him good send off"
 "Why, what can say? asked Patty in amazement.
 "Well, confessed the editor, ''you migh say that he is dead at last, of delirium Ire mems, and the only wonder was that th tempered old soak had lasted so long but perhaps the family wonld like it bette if you put it that Mr. Mullins, our esteem ed fellow citizen, breathed his last Tues day morning. He had been in failing health for some time, but the immediat cause of his death was brain fever. If yo1 feel desperately honest, you might sa that he had his faults, who has not? bu he was man of quick impulses. Thel ] generalize little on death and immortal ty, and wind up with report of the obse quies. Do you catch the iden ?"
 She thought she did, and prepared a elaborate notice, which was SO good tha !, she read it aloud to the family with homes ] pride.
 The day after the funeral she ster ped into a store to do little shopping What sights and sounds greeted her There stood McFad, with the weerin, twins, Almira Constance and Emmelin Lenore, on either side of him, while tn proprietor, brother of MT. Mullins wa , wildly fiourishing a paper, and apostro