Wessington Springs herald. (Wessington Springs, Aurora County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1891, 1888-03-30
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Scene L--Place, parlor. Time. II
midnight. She in his arms. He hug
ging her with elaborate intensity
damaging to the strings of her up
holstery.
Darling, love you better than
life. Be mine, sweet one, forever. Be
my wife, angel of my existence-will
you, pet?
She (softly murmurihg)-1es. dear
Johnnie.
| Nineteen double esthetic distilled
kisses in one minute by the clock.
Grand tableau. The cats sing in joy
full unison on the fences in the rear.
Scene II. Place, family sitting
room. Time. 12:45 a. m. She blush
ing by the stove. Her mother, rather
wrathy, sitting in the straightest-
backed chair in the apartment.
Motherhood gracious, Clara, what
made him stay so late? I have been
sitting up waiting for you until 1 am
half dead for sleep. Why, it's nearly
l o'clock.
She-Well, ma, don't blame him. 1t
was all my fault. (Ah! the dear girls;
they always defend the men they love
until they legally get them).
Mother-Why, Clara, what makes
you look so funny? So you love this
young man?
She (blushing more so, and speaking
with the verbal difficulty of heartfelt
en- otion)-Yes, dear ma, and he loves
me, and I promised tonight to be his
wife.
| Motherhood gracious sakes alive,
child! Why, he is too poor to marry
you. What does he make week now?
She-Twelve dollars, ma; but o!
his prospects are so bright, aud we are
both young and can wait, and will, ma.
Mother-Well, you can never marry
him. He is too poor, Clara.
She weeps, not only in wholesome
manner, but with elaborate hysterical
ornaments.
Mother (relenting little)-Well, go
to bed now, my child. It's very late.
I will talk to your father about this
matter.
The cats sob. in painful harmony on
the roof of the extension
Scene lII-Place, bedroom of the
head of the family. Time, LIS a. m.
The mother in bed and husband asleep
deeply and snoring unsteady.
Mother Ito husband)-Say, father,
John Denny has proposed to our Clara.
Old man stands the assault for q
moment, and then, waking up, exclaims
profanely-O, it's you, is it? Pretty
time to get in bed with cold feet. What
the devil do you want now?
The Mother-Ain't you ashamed of
yourself to talk that way to me? say
that John Denny has proposed to our
Clara, and she loves him, too.
Old Man-You don't tell nue. SO,
Sarah. He's too poor. Do you know
what he makes week now?
The Mother-Only SD.
Old Man-O, he's too devilish poor.
She can't marry that church-mouse.
The mother NOW taking sides with
her daughter)--Daniel Webster Jones,
I want to ask you what salary you
were getting when you cried and
blubbered for me some twenty odd
years ago?
Old Man lin November tone of
voice)-Nou know, Sarah Jane, told
you then, and you have not forgotten it,
The Mother-Well, tell me now,
Daniel. You hear me!
Old Man Oh, So per week.
The Mother-Well, you got me in
time, and guess our Clara can have
the young man she loves. He now
beats you by 81 a week. We give our
consent. You hear me, Daniel?
Old Man-Yes, yes, dear. All right.
Now go to sleep. It's late. Good
night, dear.
The cats executed a regular break
down of hilarity on the outer window
ledge Of the bathroom. Rare