Millheim Journal. [volume] (Millheim, Pa.) 1876-1984, 1886-02-04

grasped my arm, and In that same ex-
cited whisper asked :
"What do you think now ?"
Think 2" Why, think we have
met couple Of well-bred young gen.
tlemen, and"
"Well-bred flddlestcks | declare,
you men are stone blind. Now, do
you pretend to say that you don't see
that Master Fred as the other calls
him, is nothing but girl"
Nothing but girl is rather cool
nowadays, when man hardly dares to
open his mouth in the presence of
woman of any age" said, as bravely
as dared, to my better seven. .eighths.
My devoted companion kept it mp.
That night when | vas just dropping
off to sleep. she reached oyer, gave my
! blanket jerk to rouse me. and ex-
claimed
"Why, her whole style, her walk, her
voice, her chin, her beautiful eyes, her
delicacy and sweetness Of manner, and
his tenderness toward her-it Is all as
plain as can be. They are just married !;
she is threatened with consumption,
and as this dress is so much better for
saddle work in the mountains, etc, etc.
Oh, l see it all just as plain as the
nose on your face"
knew my nose was big one, and
my wife's favorite object for illustra'
ting vast things, but I knew likewise
it was dark night, and that l was ly-
ing with my face turned from her. l
said nothing but began series Of evo-
lutionary snores, which she finally ac-
cepted as genuine, but which, as one
can never hear the real sounds In him.
self, were probably not a good imita.
tion.
She reused me the next morning, and
told me of curious dream she had
had about the beautiful bride 10 breech-
es. On the way over we rode side by
side, where trail was wide enough to
give cur mules y chance,-and discussed
our scheme.
Our welcome was very warm {; the
dinner was excellent. We had finish
ed the stewed- canned oysters, and can
ned turkey with cranberry sauce, and
canned green peas, and were busy on
the dessert of canned strawberries and
peaches, when my wife opened our lit
tie game" Addressing herself to
Mr. Morton Fred, she asked
Don't you think, Mr.. Morton, II
lady were sick, say of consumption, and
needed to live year or two in the sad
die, it would he a capital plan for her
10 adopt mans dress and then secure
all sorts of freedom ?"
Our plan was to look Fred square in
the face at the conclusion OF the ques-
tion. 1t was evidently a bull's-eye
shot. He blushed and turned look OF
astonishment and Interrogation upon
his companion, which proved that my
wife was right. She always is.
Then without waiting for them to
change the subject, I took up my part,
and said
1--WE met couple the other day, the
most beautiful people l have seen in
years; the bride lived in the saddle, was
dressed in mems clothes, and was rap.
idly recovering from genuine consump-
tiOn.''
"Where did you meet this couple ?"
asked Major Barton, by which name
Fred addressed his companion.
AT San Diego Falls" was my re-
ply.
Then we gazed at the Major This
was our programme He looked at his
companion. They both turned all sorts
of colors, and we all burst into roars OF
laughter. Then followed a long and
most inte resting talk. My wife had
guessed the exact truth Fred was
bride. The family physician had pro.
nounced his case genuine, pulmo nary
consumption, aud had shaken his head
over the near future.
The young people consulted to.geth-
er, and after much anxious doubt, but
with the full consent of friends, were
married.
After deal of trouble they succeed
ed in obtaining the proper measure
meLt for Fred s corduroys, and in ten
days were climbing the rugged sides of
the Sierra Nevadas. They had been
zig. gag ying through the mountains, and
in three months had reached the point
where we first met them,
A curious change came oyer Fred's
manners. AS soon as the facts were
known to us, imagine he felt very
much as Eve did when she became q,
ware that her clothing was very scanty.
Whereas Fred had slapped his thigh,
talked of the growing muscle, and
strid ed about like other young fellows,
now he excused himself, took some
thing out of bag, went behind a clump
of bushes, and soon returned with