Grant County herald. [volume] (Lancaster, Wis.) 1850-1968, 1891-09-03

with horror at the idea, and say III
look like my own grandmother Then
| perhaps some body will fall in tove with
! my own grandmother Now, III put
it on and dance the minuet with some
body's grandfather wished the
somebody's grandfather looked like
! HowaTth Overalle. the hateful old
thing Id ike the fun of refusing
him Now. Peggy. wait a moment.
If Mr. Overalle should ask you TO ac-
company him 70 Montana and spend a
| dull existence with an invalid sister
and an old mother, would you, after all,
| refuse? Oh. bother. its too warm to
/ get into discussions with ones self
And doing the sweet. old fashioned
| gown up into a bundle. Peggy saun-
tered down to the village drcssmaller.
and, after leaving there. decided she'd
/ just run n and see if Widow fuckers
boy was recovering from slow fever.
4 II was poor little cottage into which
/ Peggy weuded her way. and the widow
herself looked half-fed
Il don't believe you've had any din
ner to-day" thought Peggy, land as
you're too proud to ask for it, I'll have
to plan"
why don't you take a walk while I
| sit by Jamie and tell him stories?" she
said, aloud And, by the way, if
/ you're going by my house just stop in
! and get my cape and tell Hannah TO
! give you your dinner. 1t will save you
cooking here. =
The widow gladly went. and Peggy
amused herself and Jamie inventing
stories.
While in the middle Of one she glanced
up and beheld Howarth Ovcralle stand
ing in the doorway with look of rapt
admiration on his face.
DO you come here often?' was his
first remark.
Never, she replied, while Jamie's
eyes dilated to such an extent one
would know She was not telling the
truth
What are you here for?' he asked.
My laundry" was the brief reply.
lie saw her home through the twi-
light, and Peggy after that took more
interest than ever in her gown for the
Third
The evening came and with it Jack
Leslie for Peggy, and when he saw her
he exclaimed:
why, Peggy Hildreth, you lovely
little picture I'm almost tempted to
carry you off by main force, you look
so beautiful"
well, you needn't serenely re-
marked Peggy, as she gathered her
opera cloak around her and let him put
her into the carriage.
Words of admiration could be heard
from all sides as she entered the hall
with her escort And she did look
| lovely. The golden curls were gathered
on to the top of her head, and the
| beautiful brocade was modernized.
Slippers had been made to match the
gown. and although Peggy took only
three boot, she had squeezed her foot
into two. the result being before the
evening was half over in one giving
way when She was dancing with Capt.
Van Leaten.
Now" said Peggy, philosophically
81 am finished for dancing. All l can
do is to flirt"
mo such thing" said the captain.
II shall send for more slippers" and he
was as good as his word.
When they came Peggy was sur
rounded by admirers, and holding up
the pretty broken slipper, she said:
Now what do you bid for it?''
"A box of gloves, - said Jack Leslie.
Two boxes, said Capt Van Leaten.
I'm go you one better and offer three
boxes and five pound box of candy"
exclaimed an ardent admirer.
Peggy saw Mrs. Hildreth gazing at
her in horror, and with her eyes dane
/ ing with merriment she said:
Come quickly! Bid away! I'll marry
the highest bidder
"A diamond bracelet
Diamond pint
Two tickets for Patti"
And so the bids ratified on and Peggy
found herself the center of a large
and admiring circle and she began to
wish she was we'll out of it all.
At that moment Mr.. Overalle APP
peared, and stepping forward quickly,
/ said:
81 offer overall" And Peggy laugh
/ ingly called: Gomez and started
waltzing with the highest bidder.
The circle disbanded, murmuring:
"Tricked," .Puns not allowed" and
similar remarks, but Peggy was happy,
and when half an hour later she met
the possessor of her slipper in the con-
servatory, and he asked her if she
would confirm her remark and marry
the highest bidder, she only said in a
half laughing manner, but with Sc
rious look in the blue eyes for once: 81
always keep my word. Boston Globe.