St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1885-06-29
KISSED BY MISTAKE.
Harry Caverley's welcome BY
Dozen RrighI-Eyed Beauties

Nelly Clifford, and buzz OF universal
whispering succeeded this piece OF lnfor-
nation. for .sthe girls" which collective
noun eomprehended about dozen merry
bright-eyed beauties. were Determined W
rive their unknown Southern cousin a SUI
nrisen on the occasion of his return from
some distant medical university, where ne
had inst graduated with all the honors OF
war. to settle in bachelor quarters III Irlm-
mer's Buildings. ~
So Nelly Clifford got the key OF NO. A.
from dirty-taced old woman VINO ulu
for The Wretched bachelors OF Irllnmers
Rnildings. and she and Abby FOrtescue
decorated it with flowers and evergreenS
and an ancient United States flag winch
She had rummaged out of her fathers gar
ret. Kate Fuller baked glorious Dig plum
cake. with ''Welcome" in frosted capltals
on its snowy top. Lizzie Alcott plcA1eu
hundred oysters, and her black-eyed SISTER
Drepared dish of chicken SALAD WHICH
would have made professional COOK tuim
green with envy. And the end Oh IL an
was that the gloomy, dusty little zen was
transformed. for the time being, INTO
nerfecf fairy bower. with Java canvas
tidv covering the worn leather eaSy-chalf,
a bright fire of Liverpool coal in the CRATE
while fresh-cut flowers exhaled their per-
fume. and the table was dressed with true
feminine neatneSs and taste.
Now. wish he'd come" said Lizzie
Alcott, after she had arranged the last OF
the polished green leaves around the golden
oranges in the center frult-dlsh
Hell not be leng nOw," said Abby For
tescue. looking complacently around upon
her evening work. ''And wont he be de-
lghted?" o :,
..How do you suppose he looks?' said
Nelly Clifford.
Fuller.
ssHe never would send us one," said
Nelly, Strengthening a tall, damask rose,
which seemed little inclined to topple
down upon its brethren.
''Of course" said Sabina Selleck, mes
tall and dark, with delicious hazel eyes.
And of course, he'll fall in love with one OF
us girls! Won't it be nice to be called MIS-.
Dr.. Bruce"
ssWhat nonsensep' said Nelly laugh
ing.
s.why it need necessarily be nonsense. At
all events he's our cousin, and it's our bus
mess to make things as pleasant as possible
for him. Does that coffee boil yet, Fanny
Fuller?"
while this cousinly task of preparation
was in progress at No. Al Trimmer'S Build
ings the express train, gradually nearing
New York, held two young medical gradu-
ates. with leather valiSeS, comfortable, FUR
trimmed overcoats and carefully arranged
mustaches- Bruce. M. D., and
Harry Caverley, NJ. D. The former was
short and blonde, and rather insignificant;
the latter. tall and dark, with big black
ewes and a complexion worthy OF Span
ish Don.
81 wish was you, old fellow" said Dr.
Caverley, with yawn which changed into
little}sigh.
sWhy?n asked DR.. Bruce, who was al
most asleep.
ssTo have an uncle and lots of cousins
meet me. Only fancy what dismal time
l shall have of it at number-What's
its name-what-do-y buildings,
while you are being made no end OF by
pretty girls"
''Well, that's easily obviated," said
Bruce $50 home with me for tonight.
PlI insure you quite as hearty welcome
as will be extended to me, old fellow"
Thanks, no" declined Caverley, rather
regretfully. ''I'll Try to be content with
the goods the gods deal out to me-"
So. when they arrived at the Grand Cen
trail depot, DR.. Bruce took a cab to No. =
Fessenden street, where his uncle lived,
and Harry Caverley proceeded straight to
No AZ Trimmer's Buildings. which he had
concluded to lease, in conjunction with his
friend and college mate, Norman Bruce.
He put his latch-key into the door, ex-
pecting to find Cimmerian darkness and
solitude within. To his amazement the
door flew open before he had time to turn
the key-the light and brilliance, and Scent
of roses, boiling coffee and fried oysters
struck on him like a vision; and the foe
of bright-haired, blooming girls who gath
cred around him made him think yaguels
of lot of Peris just broken out of Para !
disc.
''Hallor' thought he, as the dimple,
arms were flung miscellaneously around
his neck and the fresh kisses rained on
him. ''Am l dreaming or am | really
awake? And if the latter, what the deuce
does all this mean? It's pleasant but it's
perpleXing."
Didn't tell you he was tall and dark?"
triumphantly whispered Sabina Selleck to
her mates.
''Really, ladiesr' stammered our confused
hero, Il didn't expect"
O'Of course you didn't said Kate
Fuller.
1--WE meant to surprise you" said Nelly
Clifford, demurely.
Were all your COUSINS" added Lizzie
Alcott.
But" persisted Harry Caverley, 81
think there must be some mistake"
''None in the least" said Nelly, arbi-
trariIy. s'Now sit down here at the head
of the banquet, and mind you do justice to
everything"
And Harry Caverley could but obey. But
he thought that if this was the general
method of welcoming homeless young men
to New York, what paradise it must be
for bachelors!
'tAll the same, there is a mistake some
where" he thought, vaguely, as Sabina
Selleck, rose-cheeked little blonde, nestled
down beside him, and expressed her deter
mination to hear everything that had hap
pened to him for the past year."
Because we're cousins, you KNOW" said
the blue-eyed enchantreSS, land ther
sho uld be no secrets between cousins"
While this six foot imposter was enjoying
himself among flowers, fruit and pretty
girls, the true heir OF all these estates had
gone on to the substantial brick house in
Fessenden street, where Squire Clifford,
all alone, was reading the newspaper by the
AID OF student lamp and pair OF double
eyeglasses. CHANGING to look up suddenly
he beheld standing meekly before him
man with avalise, whose knock he might
have been aware of before if he hadn't
been little hard of hearing.
who the deuce are you?" Numbered the
so uire, whose mind had been disturbed by
adaring burglary in the neighborhood the
night before.
Pm your nephew" said the man with
the yalise.
mo, you're not" roared the squire
my nephew is being entertained by his