The Arizona sentinel. [volume] (Arizona City [Yuma], Yuma County, A.T. [Ariz.]) 1872-1911, 1889-11-16

Miss Etta-not here? Singular
nt-ah-unaware-
'Oh, come in, Mr. Doddles," said
Miss Snaggs. Don't go away. Sit
down, and pll finish these things, and
take 'em up, and then she'll come
down and see you. 1t won't take long
to put EN- on, you know"
ITO put them on-eh-beg pardonn'
cried Sissy Doddles, changing his eye
glass into his other eye, as if he
fancied the original one deceived him.
'Put them on?-beg pardon-don't
comprehend"
Just catch hold of this while | braid
it" said Miss Snaggs, offering Mr..
Doddles loop at the end of long
golden tress which had figured in prl-
vate theatricals several years before.
This is her back hair; and this" she
said. as she took a frizette from a
bandbox, lis her front hair. That only
needs a pinch of the curling-irons.
Don't be impatient, Mr.. Doddles; she'll
be all the sweeter when you see her. I"
"She! You don't mean Miss Henri
eta? hese-eh-he-heem and he
made curious little wicker, like a
rabbit, 'those don't b'long to her; she
doesn't wear themr'
Indeed she does, Mr.. Doddles, " said
Miss Snaggs. 81 thought, of course,
she had mentioned it.
EGNa - coi1 Mr.
Doddles. ee-hee-never men,
toned it,
He subsidized into silence for awhile,
while Miss .Snaggs took from bowl a
large set of false teeth-discarded by
Henrietta's grandfather when he
bought his new set-and began to pol
ish them carefully.
Mice, becoming teeth" she said,
holding them up.
"She wears those, too?" inquired
Sissy Doddles, gravely.
"Ob, yes" said Miss Snaggs, Il
don't believe she has ever reposed con-
fidence in you, Mr.. Doddles."
"She-she hasnt!" gasped Sissy
Doddles. "Tee-hee-hee! Unjust go.
Pointment-urgent- a man-come
back. Best regards"
He departed. Not long after a mes
senger boy arrived, bringing note,
with the Doddles' coat of arms upon
the seal Within were these words:
Owing to a want of confidence (which should
exist, and does not, Mr.. Sylvester DOddles
presents his compliments to Miss Henrietta
Mapes, .and thinks perhaps don't you know
it would be best to meet no more.
"After I'm married I'll ask him
why, and tell him l married Mr..
Crump out of the spite" said Henriet-
ia. 'Its always nice for married
woman to have an admirer or two"
Precisely at this moment Sissy Dod-
dies tumbled out of cab into the arms
of his uncle, who, being a stalwart
old gentleman, carried him into the
house and up stairs before he asked
questions. Having dumped him into
a large chair, he inquired:
Whats the matter, Sylvester?"
And Sissy, answered, plaintively.
II We had n blow, uncle
where's the fellow?" cried the un-
Gle "rll trounce him!"
Tit - hee-hee-tee-tee-h aim
fellow" said Sissy. '1t's girl! It's
a blow to the feelings"
Forget her, old chap" advised the
uncle.
q was engaged to her." said Sissy.
at was--oh, dear melt was Miss
Henrietta Mapes!" ="
''And she likes some other man
best?" asked the uncle, pointing his
gray whiskers before the glass.
"N-n-no, said Sissy. ''She hasn't
exhibited confidence. She-she is
false"
"Love can not be ruled" said the
uncle Hearts go where they will"
And he thought of his letter, and his
hot-house roses.
at amt her heart; it's her hair,
and her-complexion, and her teeth"
said Sissy. Then he told his awful
tale to his uncle, who repeated:
"Dear, dear! Shocking! from time
to time. ''Still, it was lucky escape
for you," he added, when Sissy
paused.
"Vewy," said Sissy. Fancy .hav-
ing wife mostly false-vewy lucky"
How deceptive women arer' said
Uncle Crump, who was almost as idiot
ic as his nephew, though of fine, i'm
pressive presence.
Then he shuddered, and refrained
from calling upon Miss Henrietta
Mapes on Thursday evening, and short
ly espoused widow whose substantial
charms were stamped with the tokens
of reality.
Henrietta Mapes is still waiting for
an eligible offer. and frequently re-
proaches her poor cousin Snaggs
IF it had not been for your absurd
plan, | should at least have had Sissy
Doddles," " she declares.
And Miss Snaggs knows too well
that this is true to do any thing but
weep.-Mary Kyle Dallas, in N. Y.
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