St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1889-07-28

ones. The average countryman wait
ing about for train is, to any one in
search of something to break the
dreary monotony of humdrum life,
joy forever Every movement that he
makes seems to. bear with it a subtle
breath of the humorous. When he
yawnS and when he laughs, and when
he squlnts bis eyes and blows upward
at fly that is roosting on the tip of his
nose, one can imagine it is all funny
and laugh i'll spite of himself. In one
of the upstairs w iting rooms, the
GLOBE reporter in his rambling espied
a loving couple seated near the center
of the room. The couple consisted of
"he" and ''she," who, from all appear
ances, were from Podunk OF some other
watering resort situated within twelve
miles Of the railway in the ''up
kentry" region. They were wait
ing for one of the through
Manitoba trains, and had evidently been
to the city on their wedding trip from
the way they talked. The reporter
not to play eavesdropper, but to better
appreciate natures 0wn-Seated himself
directly back of the couple and listened
and looked with both ears and both
eyes. From the conversation he learned
that the young mans name was Peter
Pete, she called him-and that his new
ly-made better half responded to Lie,
which undoubtedly was loving corrup-
ton of Lizzie. In the eyes of Pete Lie
was one of those things that meu adj
mire and poets rave about. Her hair
was red. and so were her eye
lashes, and her sweet, girlish face
was made more sweet and
piquant by freckle that spread
over her rosy cheeks like porous
plaster. The reporter, as he looked at
her. recognized where the poet who
wrote the touching little ballad about
''Pretty little Sally chasing freckles up
an alley" got his muse from. He had
evidently had hold of Lie before Pete
had married her. Lies dress CORE
sponded in style and color with her com
pleXion, and 1t was no wonder that Pete
looked a proud and happy man as he
gazed upon her freckles.
Pete'S head, which was covered with
long, sandy-colored hirsute growth,
was long one, and ended in peak at
the top. He, too, had freckies. but they
were small ones, and only showed up in
determined way after being exposed
to the sun several days. Ever since his
marriage he had been in the house while
''to hum" and his sOjOurn in the Paris
of the Northwest had aided in giving
his face an interesting pallor and intel
lectual look. He and Lie were having
great time, and so was the reporter.
They didn't notice him, though, and, in
fact, they didn't notice anybody, so
deeply engrossed were they with each
other.
"Haint we had jolly time, Lize?"
whispered Pete, as he moved about in
his seat and hitched up his strouser leg.
'Taint everybody as can get marrid
as you an me, can tell yer"
THAT'S so, Pete" replied Lie, slip
ping her hand into his in cOntiding
way.
"All the folks at hum said as how
yew and me were fuleS teW git married
so yung, but we've showed 'em what's
what, now I'm thinkin,'" continued
Pete.
"Yew amt sorry yew marrid me an
not Sal Jones, are yew, Pete" asked
Lie in wistful way, turning up her
freckle beseechingly.
"Naow," calculated Peter vigorously.
Il amt sorry for nuthin', Lie. now
Eve got yeW," and Pete's arm slid
around her waist in loving manner. A
couple of pretty girls who sat opposite
began to giggle at this demonstration
on Pete's part, and fat old bachelor
in the corner began to move uneasily in
his seat. The couple, wrapped IN day
dream of love, did not notice this, how
ever.
"Yew knaow pap told me onct," went
on Pete, giving Lie a squeeze, that
he'd give me the brindle COW 'Slop,' and
the calf when it came, if I'd marry Sal.
But | wouldn't dew it; cause why?"
"Petew
"Lize"
Pete had forgotten everything except
Lie and bent over to give his darling
smack on her freckle. The two pretty
girls began to laugh outright, and the
fat old bachelor gave Mortified gasp
and staggered from his seat to the win
dow.
"Petew
"LiZe!"
Again those monosyllables-Pete'
face was drawing nearer the freckle,
and in a moment all would be over.
Just then the depot master strobe into
the room and yelled out: ''All board
for Pigs Eye, Peacham, Squash town
and Podunk! All 'board'
The spell was broken. The two
pretty girls stopped laughing; the fat
old bachelor breathed sigh of relief,
and Pete and Lie began hastily to
gather their boxes and bags together.
That's our train, Lie"
$50 it is, Pete"
And the reporter went out, and fell
over the railing.