The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1885-11-27

to that young fool with the spotted
necktie." calculated the desperate
sutton, with unmasculine intuition.
Mrs. Trussel threw herself back in the
chair.
There, now,n she cried, 81 told
Mamie you wouldn't approve of it.
You told her that?n he roared.
Then a sense of his own helplessness
came over him and he said quietly, with
grim humor: ..Well DON'T
'It's great pity" sighed the widow,
''that when we're SO happy otherwise
we should have such trouble as this. !"
The visitor rose.
'Well, he said, between his teeth,
''under the circumstances I don't see
as there is anything left for me to do. :"
He was going, but Nannie's mother
clasped him about the arm and held
him there
Don't be angry with the poor
childr' she cried. s.Shes always been
an obedient daughter to me, and I
hope she will be to you" The I'M
fortunate officer positively staggered
as he felt the full force of this blow.
''But, Mrs. Trussel-'' he was be-
| ginning when the impulsiye widow
threw herself forward and leaned
against him, sobbing.
81 don't-know-how to thank
you for being--so kind" she managed
to say between gasps. g You'll never
repent it-no, never. You wouldn' t
mind kissing me, would you, George?"
/ ~ Kx-+o 1r+
ting his arms dangle by his side. Nam
ME, the golden-headed, tender-hearted
little goddess of his dreams was lost to
him forever. The future seemed to
him as bleak as December day and
well, the widows eyes were black and
her lips were rosy, so he kissed her.
| Then he rushed from the house.
He was obliged to hurry back to his
beat. He walked with his eyes on the
ground, unconscious of everything but
the incoherent agitation of his mind
He could have struck brother officer
who stopped him with a pleasan
"Howdy' dor'
"There's mighty pretty girl a-bow-
in to you," said his friend, ''and I
couldn't be mean enough to let you
lose it." Officer Kyle looked back.
"Why, it's Mamie Trusselr' he ex-
claimed, with an embarrassed blush.
''She looks smilin' enough" his
friend continued. 81 suppose it's be-
cause she's thrown over Dick Smith.
They say woman's never so happy as
when she's breaking somebody's
heart" Kyle started as if shot.
"What! That little dude with the
spotted necktie?" he cried, trembling
don't know nothin' about his neck
ties" the other man was beginning in
a humorous tone, but officer No. 1,414
was in hot pursuit of the escaping Gull
prit, who walked unconsciously down
the street. She looked as rosy as
June sunrise when she saw the tall fig
ure in the blue uniform looming up be-
side her.
Mamie" blurted out the big fellow,
II went up to your house to ask you to
marry me, but somehow / proposed to
your ma instead. l don't know how it
happened, but really it wasn't my fault,
and if can get out of the scrape 'front.'
you have mep"
He looked like blubbering, over
grown school-boy. Little Miss Mamie
peeped up at him under the dropping
rim of her hat. ''Well, I declare" she
said, and she stopped right there ON
the pavement and laughed till the
cherries that she carried in the paper
bag in her hand burst through the bot
tom and jostled each other out upon
the pavement like q crowd of boys es-
Gaping from school. Officer Kyle was
glad of the excuse to hide his face by
picking them up, and he had excuse
enough, for the harder she laughed, the
faster they dropped. Then compunc-
ton seized on her tender soul and she
set to work with him, holding up her
| starched skirts daintily from the dust.
But the mirthfulness seized her again.
30 what larkr' she cried. 'What
will we dop''
''Do you mean about the cherries, or
your motherP" asked the piqued police
man. He felt utterly contemplate and
was sure she must think him so, but the
| fact is she felt nothing of the sort
"O,n she said shifting the air, ''I'll
manage ma if you manage the cher
ries. They got the cherries up finally
and Kyle said:
Give got to go back to duty, Miss
Mamie. If you must laugh at an old
fool like me, wait till you get home. /
see there's no hope for me-" Having
tortured him to her heart content, the
merry maiden was ready to make rep
| aration
swell, she said, 81 wouldn't COM
NIT suicide if [ were you. IT.,
she looked down and blushed as red as
! the cherries. eli think ma can be
| talked out of it." A smile broke
through his clouded face, like the
sun through the fog.
" DO you mean itP' he asked eagerly,
hardly able to believe his ears. Nan
ME could see that his hands, before
whose blows the sturdiest 'sdock-wal-
| loper" retired in fear, were trembling
| before her.
eff you hadn't been such stupid
old thing" she pouted, kicking the
curbstone with her boot, you'd have
known it months and months ago"
81 know I'm much too old for you,"
he apologized. cover twice your age
my DEAR
80, WELL" she said, still pretending
to pout, ''if you don't want me-
The protest that emanated from the
whole personality of Officer Kyle, from
his helmet to his boots, made her break
into another peal of laughter and run
away home.
Policeman No. 1,414 went back to
his beat and pulled his box" report
ing himself for duty, and got jolly
good berating over the wire from the
Lieutenant for being half an hour late.
AS for Mamie, on the way home she
did some hard thinking When she got
there she rushed in and clasped her
mother about the neck and kissed her.
p" You blessed mother!" she cried.
"Aren't you glad? ] know you treated
him just lovely! met him out here
and he told me he had been to see you,
and you were willing we should be
married right away. Of course, I
know it's hard for you to lose me, but
Georges work being what it is we
sha'n't go far away'f
1" OF course she continued, perch
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