The Superior times. [volume] (Superior, Wis.) 1870-1912, 1885-10-31
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resenting that it might have been ~
one of the neighbors who under thepO-
tent influence of a wee drop too much,
had mistaken the house and-the
housewife She searched the entry
for the missing spectacles, arranged
the rumpled cap ribbons, wound up
the tangled yarn, stirred the tire-all
in the most amiable manner possible
and at last had the satisfaction OF
seeing her mother subside into her
rocking chair with her usual tranquil
ty OF spirit.
But Mrs. Moore was fully awake
now.
She had got a new idea into her head,
and instead OF settling herself for an
other nap, she pursued her train OF
thought and her knitting both togeth-
er, with wonderful rapidity. At length,
stopping and looking keenly at Annie
over her spectacles, she said:
1T may be a queer notion or mine,
Annie, but I've fancy that man was
David Winthrop"
Oh but if Annie's face didn't catch
fire then! You might have lighted any
number of candles by it.
The suspicious symptoms did not
escape the eye of the skillful inquisi-
tor, who calmly continued:
"'Pears to me; cause them big
whiskers put me in mind OF his'n; and
then the awkward way in which he
gripped me with his big paws.
No answer, but Annie was wonder
fully busy. She bent over her work
and drew her needle through so quick
ly that the thread snapped, and then
she didn't have time to talk, she was
so taken up with trying to coax the
thread through the eye again.
Infiexible Mrs. Moore went or: Il
don't believe that kiss was intended
for me, at all. Do you, Annie? Well,
of course we know it wasn't. But then
| wonder who it was intended for?
And | wonder if you don't know some
thing more about it then you see fit to
tell F."
"Me, mother"
Eyes, me, mother. You were mighty
anxious to let me an pap off to Aunt
Ruth's tonight; but | noticed you
were slicked up extraordinary, for all
you weren't going"
Here Annie lost her needle, and she
went down on the floor to find it.
"Now, Annie" her mother went on,
Pm gettin' old, | know that, but
haven't quite lost my eyesight yet,
nor my hearin' neither. Tvesurmised
a little somethin' about these goin' S
on between you an David afore now.
What ar you a playin' possum fur?
Out whit, say. faint fair to be
tryin' to come it over your old moth
er."
Thus abjured, our small feminine
Marchiavelli made a clean breast OF
it, much relieved to find that mother,
hadn't nuthin' agin him, and ''woulG
give father a talkin' to about it, an
bring him round"
But, Annie" says Mrs. Moore, dry
ly, in conclusion, II want YOU to tell
David I'd rather he'd not make such
a mistake as that again. | don't like
the feel of his big whiske"s about my
face, and moreover, | don't approve of
promiskus kissin'."
David never heard the last of that
kiss in the dark Old Squire Moore,
OF course, heard of it, and used to take
great delight in abiding to the Circum-
stances when all the parties concerned
happened to be present. He would
shake his burly sides with laughter at
David's evident discontinue and his
wife's tart replies, while Annie would
side with her father and poke sly fun
at her sweetheart, ana then both OF
them would laugh again at the other
two until the tears ran down their
cheeks.
"Never mind, David" Mrs. Moore
would say, consolingly, to the abashed
lover, 'let them laugh He'd have
been only too glad to have been in
your place thirty years ago. He had
hard work to get kiss from me then.
hope the occurrence will be lesson
to you and Annie again the un-policy
OF underhand doin's of all sorts, seem
as how they're liable to end, in SIGH
cases, in kissin' the wrong one in the
dark