St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1890-01-07

phia; but ] didn't dare TO say anything
about Sophia to my Uncle John.
That likely girl that's a dresSin' her
self for you, Nephew Joseph, in the
next room, III have 200 golden suffer
.ngs the day she marries, and I've been
saving her up for you, Nephew Joseph,
yer since my wedding day. There's a
t5 note on the mantel for you, Joseph,
md there's a suffering inside. Take
Ter to the palace, nephew, and let me
Il ar you've squared it between
}ou WHEN you bring her home.
DON'T you spare expense, Joseph:
treat her to swings and merry go rounds.
cake her Oh the swltchback railway;
ana mind you travel fust-claSs. Joseph,
there's nothing fetches a Young girl like
travelling fuSt-ciasS. | was young my
self, once, Joseph" added my uncle,
with sigh. ''She'S a real high stopper
is Polly"
There was nothing else for it: l had
10 express my delight; and as / did SO
me real high stopper entered the room.
shouldn't have known her. She was
appalling that's the only word for it,
shes blessed angel: said my uncle
WIN enthusiasm, land the very image
OF her dear mother. Heaven bless you,
my children! Don't be later than 8,
Joseph. Goodbye, children he said.
And then and the real high-stepper
started FOR the Crystal Palace.
draw veil over my suiferings at
that place OF amusement. Polly chung
TO my arm till | felt as il we were STA
mese tWInS: and she made warm love to
me npon the switch-back railway.
re the tirst young man Eve ever
walked out witn," she said to me ingc-
ououSly while the fireworks were going.
M. 4. nj 4
desperately Ill love with Sophie; but
couldn't afford TO quarrel with my I'M
cIe,So pretended 10 make love to Polly
L dlssenuled, and made it as like the
real thing as possible; and when we
reached Araminta terrace | felt like the
villain OF melodrama. Polly opened
the door with latch key. We went
straight up to my uncle'S bud room,
where the old gentleman was still lying
III state. Ii possible his room sneIt
more strongly than ever of brandy.
1ou're very late, Joseph" said nv
uncle, raprovlngly; but young people
viii DC young people. L was young
person once"
My uncle is getting a little mixed,
thought.
How did you enjoy yourself, Polly?'
croaked my uncle.
ut was ldst heavenly, mother" cried
the girl; ami then the cat was out OF
the bag. Here was P0lIy's mother
maSQuerading as nv Uncle John. Hor-
rlble thoughts flashed through my mind.
ferhaDs they had murdered hum and
buried him i'll the coal cellar. | seized
the poker. l shouted "Police." |
rushed upon my supposed Uncle John
and seized his long white beard.
1t, his venerable wig, his hairy face, his
mapped cap and his green spectacles
came away i'll my hand, and saw a fat,
reu-iaced woman, perfectly bald. and
with huge shaun eyebrows OF white
hair.
"Aln't you ashamed, of yourself. Won
young rapscatlion, to treat your great
aunt IN this way, and me a lone widow?
On, Mr.. Joseph" cried the woman,
aS she bounced ont of bed and
flung herself upon her knees,
"WorleybOne's been dead these three
months, and we amt provided for, and
was doing my best for Polly, which is
my daughter. being my bounden duty.
On, MIR. Joseph. spare the widow and
her orphan chiidv' "DUwn on your
marrow b0nes" cried the frightened
woman to her daughter; IF it hadn't
been for you. you huSsy, he'd never,
never have found me out;" and Miss
Polly, the high-stepper, dropped on her
knees at her mothers side.
OF course | forgave them: OF course I
came into the $4,000; of course | mar
RED Sophia, and equally of course |
nave never said a word to her of the
fearful day at the Crystal palace with
the housekeeping Polly, or my SUISSE
quent terrific adventure at Araminta
terrace, HOXton.