Jamestown weekly alert. [volume] (Jamestown, Stutsman County, D.T. [N.D.]) 1882-1925, 1886-12-02
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MAILING a LETTER.

MAILING A LETTER.
A village POST Once scene whieh yvIll
4 Seem Familiar to Most Readefs.
Some people can mail letter with
aplomb, suavity and entire satisfaction,
while others go about it with m In
timidated air of hesitancy painful ~
behold.
| A fair damsel enters the village post
office with sealed missive in her
gloved hand. She proceeds IN the
following manner, provided the fellow
behind the pigeon-hole be young and
tender:
"Good morning, George =
..Why, Sadie, is that you? How ars3
you this beautiful morning?"
..Quite nicely, thank you, George
Did the Camp girls have q large crowd
attheir moonlight picnic last evening?'
"a fair-look out there young fell
low, Or the turtle in the globe willmap
your nose off-crowd. But ! didn't
see-no; nothing for the Brown's
you there y
.'Hattie Camp and never speak:
now as we pass by"
..Why, I'm surprised to hear come
when the postmaster is in if you want
a money-order-that, Sadie. Your
bosom-keep that dogs paws OF the
window-sill, young man-friend. Almy
Tompkins was there, and-here, boy,
here's your lettershe looked lovely.
But she uses too much-yes, your let
ter will be in time for the next train
POWDER s
DO you think Almy IS pretty,
George?"
"Oh. well; she might be prettier; but
you see-stick your own stamp. sir
her father is rich and-don't forgot
your change, sir-that has much to do
with here, you great big duffer. that
clock wasn't made to aim guilds at
lady's personal attractions
''Did the Camp girls sing?"
Beautifully. They are the best
boys. keep out of those ink-wells
singers in town with one exception 4
Sadie blushed deep rose, and her
heart bobbed up and down as George
beamed upon her through the pigeon
hole.
''Why, wh-what do you mean,
GeorgeT' she asked. She knew Whist
he meant, but she could not resist the
temptation to hear it from his own lips.
How can you ask, Sadie? You sing
'Over-quit rapping upon that boz.
boy = the Garden Wall. and-well.
here's your letter, boy White Wings
By the way, I'd like to call tonight
and-say, you fellow with rubber
coat, keep your letters out of that con-
tribution-box-have one of those dear.
delightful chats. May n"
A creased head and seven or eight
inches of freckled neck emerged from
the pigeon-holes
Eyes; do come, George. I shall b
ever so pleased to hear Hattie Camp
sputter about it She is real hateful
and jealous, too.''
''Never mind what she says, Sadie.
You and I don't mind n-no, sir; you
can't send any corn-salve through the
mail-she does talk. By the way, have
you got any thing good to eat-if you
will remove the gas from that rubber
concern, and throttle the escape-valve,
you may send it by mail my young
man-up to your house?"
''Mother made big jar of fried
cakes, and dozen pumpkin pies; and
baked some lovely angel-food cakes. =
''Then Ill surely come. Ia, tar
The greasy head and freckled neck
withdrew, and Sadie went away with
a soul as light as a feather. The little
birds seemed to sing sweeter, and
there was more gold in the sunshine.
She walked home through the heas and
dust, two miles.
When she commenced to remove her
gloves, the letter confronted her. She
had forgotten to mail it. She
reproached her wretched memory, and
hired her little brother Sammy, for
five cents, to run down to the village
post-office with the letter. Sammy
went in swimming, and also went fish
ing, and-when the letter was finally
mailed, five days had passed IL S.
Keller, in Pack