Abilene weekly reflector. [volume] (Abilene, Kan.) 1888-1935, 1891-05-21

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young man?"
No" said |, indignantly.
''Oh, you haint? l seed the sides Of
yer face, and yer upper lip was kinder
broke out and dingy."
Broke out, indeed! and my mustache
as respectable size as anyone could
expect from three months nursing.
And only yesterday Araminta Jones
had said it was divine, and just as
''scratchy" as need be.
l was angry, but glance at the
sweet face of Bessie made me restrain
my temper. What could / not bear
| for her sake?
4 used to know pretty near all your
folks" said old Blake, and there's a
heap of 'em should like to ask about
if l could only git my wits to work.
There was yer Uncle Joshua-you
don't remember him guess; he died
afore your time ="
Il never had an Uncle Joshua, "
said L
Don't contradict me, my boy, "
said he, testify; Il guess 1 know.
faint likely they ever told you any
thing about him. He was put in the
states prison for stealing a sheep, or
was it a pig?"
Now, father" said the old lady,
don't you go to harrering up the boys
feelings. He can't help what his uncle
did"
Il hain't a harrering" said old
Blake Grossly. You mind your own
business, Martha"
And while the old people were dis
putting as to the real meaning of the
word "harrering," 1 improved the
chance which offered, and kissed
Bessie.
Before this fact was accomplished. a
tall. administered man strobe into the
room, and, for an instant. stood glar-
ing at me like a wild beast. Then he
dashed toward me, seized me by the
collar, and planted his foot at that part
of my body most convenient to kick,
and landed me at the other side of the
room.
Take that, you scoundrelr' he re-
marked impressively; but 1 could not
oblige him. had already taken it.
1 rose to my feet, and prepared to
strike out
What do you mean, sirP" demand
ed he. What do you mean by kiss
ing my wife?n
Your wife! Jupiter Jorum!" cried
l. Bessie Blake your wife?"
Bessie Blake?" said he. Who in
thunder is Bessie Blake?"
Don't profane, my son, " said old
Mrs. Blake. 'Scripter is again it"
Are you not Bessie Blake?" said l,
turning to the Venus.
No, " said she; my name is Annie
Hall"
Well" said I, this is pretty ket-
tie of fish. Who are you, sir2" to the
administered man.
Il am Robert Hall, at your service
Mr.. Blake's son-in-law."
isn't this Mr.. Moses Blake's
house?"
mo; my name is jeremiah" said
old Blake.
"And was gong to Moses Blake's,"
said !.
"Why in the duse didn't you go there
then?" cried Mr. Hall
Don't swear, Robert" expostulated
Mrs. Blake.
How was to tell one house from
another in this abominable village?'
cried 1 Indignantly, where every
house is just like every other one"
MY house cost twice as much as
Moses Blake's," said Mr.. Blake.
'.Ain't your name Jeremiah?' asked
Mrs. Blake.
Mercy forbid!'' said l.
Then" said she, 81 guess things is
kinder mixed up. We was Expecting
our nephew, jeremiah Muggins, for to
pay us a visit. He writ some time
ago to say he'd come. We hain't seed
him since he was a child, and naterly
we took you for him. And the. TACT of
it is you've got into the wrong house. "
saw how it was, apologized, OBJ
tanned definite directions as to the To-
cality of Mr.. Moses Blake's house, and
departed.
The less say of my visit there the
better. Bessie weighed couple of
hundred to say the least, and was red
and healthy as a washerwoman. A
fine girl, no doubt, but not to my taste.
"recuperated" speedily, went home
and married Araminta Jones.-Clara
Augusta. in New York Weekly.