The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1891-06-27
.No. y said !. indignantly.

| mo. said !, indignantly.
''Oh. you haintp ! seed the sides oil
yer face. and yer upper lip was kinder
broke out and dingy."
Broke out indeed! aud my mustache
as respectable size as anyone could
expect from three months nursing.
And only yesterday Araminta Jones
had said IL was divine. and Just as
''scratchy" as need be.
i was angry. but glance at the
sweet face OF Bessie made me restrain
my temper. What could ! not bear
for her sa1ep
Il used to know pretty near all your
folks. said old Blake. and there's a
heap of 'em i should like to ask about
II could only git my wits to work.
There was yer Uncle Joshua-you
don't remember him / guess; he died
afore your time -"
II never had an Uncle Joshua, +"
said /.
Don't contradict me, my boy. "
said he testify; II guess l 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 pigP"
Now, father" said the old lady,
"dont you go to harrering up the boys
feelings. He can't help what his uncle
did"
II 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," I 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 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 scoundrel!" he re-
marked impressively; but could not
oblige him. ! had already taken It.
I 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 wifeP"
"Your wife! Jupiter Jorum!n cried
!. Bessie Blake your wifeP"
Bessie BlakeP" said he. Who In
thunder is Bessie BlakeP"
Don't profane, my son." said old
Mrs. Blake. "Scripter is again it"
"Are you not Bessie Blakep" said !.
turning to the Venus.
mo-" said she; my name is Annie
Hail."
"Well," said /, this is pretty ket-
tie OF fish. Who are you, sirp" to the
administered man.
Il am Robert Hall, at your service
MIR. Blake's son-in-law."
isn't this Mr.. Moses Blake's
housep"
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
thenp" cried Mr.. Hall.
Doh oWCdi, houcTt SApOotuldtcu
Mrs. Blake.
''How was to tell one house from
another in this abominable villagep"
cried ! 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 Jeremiahp" asked
Mrs. Blake.
Mercy forbid" said I.
"Then," said she, II guess things is
kinder mixed up. We was Expecting
onr nephew, Jeremiah Muggins, for to
pay us n visit. He writ some time
ago to say he'd come. We hain't seed
him since he was child, and naterly
We took you for him. And the tact of
it is you've got into the wrong house."
I saw how it was, apologized, OBJ
tanned definite directions as to the 10.
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 washerwoman. A
fine girl, no doubt, but not to my taste
I 'recuperated" speedily, went home
and married Araminta Jones. Clara
Augusta, in New York Weekly.