Smyrna times., 1885-05-06

tangles and hGirpinss
There is no occasion for echo to an
swcr these questions; they answer them
selves.
It's perfectly rdicnloils, soluoquized
the wido, Blonliue, the way those
silly chits Of girls take on over that man
Anybody can see that they are wasting
their time. When he mairies, if am
not very much mistaken. it will be a
woman with some knowledge of the
world some experience in affairs of the
heart, not a crude schoolgirl like that
pert Sally Satterlee, nor yet an unso-
phisticated village spinster like that
absurd old Aurelia Wintergreen. They
do say he knocked her wig of, and she
sent him note the next day explaining
that fever turned her hair gray when she
was mere babe. Silly old thing! 1
don't wonder some men despise our
sex. That re minds me, l must put
Mollle on her guard. To be sure she
isn't Toward but the spirit of rivalry is
very strong in the female breast. Seeing
the rest do it, she might fling herself at
his head before she realized what she
was doing. Ahem! l almost wish I
hadn't asked her to make this visit. but
SO long as brother did not charge me
anything for my teeth I thought must
make some kind Of return, and Mollie
says she is so sick of Fogg Centre. Ha!
la! I'm one person not likely to be
tempted to have our village Adonis
patch up my masticators!"
Miss Molly Mifilin came, she saw. she
did not conquer, nor yet give herself in
conquest, as far as the naked eye could
discern. Indeed, after the first start of
surprise when the village lion was led
up and introduced, the little golden
haired hazeleyed beauty ignored his
very existence when possible, and at
other times acknowledged it only by
scornful curl Of her rosy lips, or dis
dainful pucker of her dear little tip-tilted
nose.
So very pointed We're Miss Mollie's
indications Of disapproval, that the suave
and polite Mrs. Blondine felt called on
to remonslate
Why can't you be polite to DR..
Stacey, Mollie: She asked in an aggriev-
ed tone, after observing her niece's
hauteur and the satisfaction it afforded
the marriageable majority of Middle
town. He is a perfect gentleman.
OH" calculated Miss Mollie, in a
tone that gave the simple little monosyI-
liable folio volume Of meaning.
9 Yes he is, persisted her aunt, with
the air of one that would not forget what
was due guest even if the guests ears
Should have received a sound boxing if
they were only in the bosom of the own
er's family, ''yes he is, she repeated.
He washes his hands in Florida water
every day, does not smoke, chew, drink,
nor spit on the floor, nor tumble the
pillow shams, nor tie knots in the cur
tains-"
What of that? What business has
he meddling with your pillow shams
~. ] curtains ?"
Dear me, Mollie, had no idea you
were > provoking Mrs Pinchem told
me how neat he is he boards with her.
you silly child She says he is the best
pay and least trouble of any boarder she
ever had
"Glad to hear it, Auntie but, as 1 do
not contemp ate opening rival board
ing house, allo me to say that do not
care that Gbrandishing an exceedingly
limp and dissipated looking cola leaf
for DR. Starey's habits and window cur
tains"
But you'll drive him away from the
house. He doe; look at you the queer
est when you cut up so. Such a general
favorite won't stand any inciviity can
tell you"
SO much the better.
" But 1 don't want him driven away,
I-he-that is-Oh can t you Sc ?"
Miss Mollie's scheekreddened, probably
with amusement, for after second she
laughed-rather sharply it must be con-
ed-and saying, Yes, think see, "
left the room with undignifed haste.
9 1 am homesick Please invent some
good excuse for my breaking my visit in
two in the middle, and give Auntie
orders to send me back to Fogg Centre
Immediately. If you don't, I'll tell her
plainly I'm tired of NIiddletowns two
big boys and one old widower Write
to us both Immediately, that's darling
DIR. Miflin had not been the parent Of
young lady with hazel eyes and turn
up nose for eighteen years without
learning something He wrote at once,
as requested.
When next Mrs. Blondine moved in
society" she was alone.
Dear Mollie could not come this
evening" she explained sweetly, in
tone elevated to reach DIR. Stacey's ear.
She sent her regrets to you all and
begged me to say she was too fatigued.
Her papa sent a positive command for
her to return home Immediately. Her
train leaves at six in the morning. so of
course she was obliged to do her packing
this afternoon.
No doubt it was feeling of relief that
made DIR. Graham G. Stacey gnaw his
mustache so tiercely, and embrace tho
first opportunity to slip out under the
bright, unseeing eyes of the night.
Possibly any Middletown apartment
was too narrow bounds for his relief.
MiddletOwn would have risen as one
woman and declared so had it been
questioned.
1t looked reasonable, but how can you
explain the following conversation which
took place in Mrs Blondine's flower
garden?
Is that you, Miss Miflin?"
"Oh-ah! 1 beg your pardon, DIR.
Stacey. In the starlight 1 did not at
first recognize you. My aunt is not at
home"
Hang your-I mean saw her mt
Miss Wintergreen's few moments ago.
came here to have it out with YOU. I
will not stand any more of your enigma
tical behavior"
Il do not understand YOU" began
Miss Mifiin. drawing herself up as
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