Butler citizen. [volume] (Butler, Pa.) 1877-1922, 1894-09-27

''It will be brought out in the court.
this nice little ride and everything" :"
chirped Mrs Minny. like the chops
and tomato sauce in Dickens, and
everybody will think me dreadful"
"You are very thoughtless," he said,
coldly.
Now, please don't be cross" her
pretty mouth quivered and her eyes
filed, ''iust as I'VE were having such a
lovely time. l can't help being jolly
because / don't have to go back to him.
You know l thought how sorry you'd
pc when died of a broken heart and
his meanness and you'd come to see me
in nv coffin The Troublesome little
lady would be troublesome no more,
but still and quiet as you'd like her to
be, and old and sorrowful, for one day
of my old life with him would take all
the youngness out of me. Perhaps
your conscience would hurt you little
because you had driven me back, for
would not have come but for you. The
thought that your kindness to me
would injure your good name made me
miserable. DIR. John wrote how your
political prospects would be ruined
political prospects is right, is it not?-
and you couldn't be governor or any
thing
"Minny, say no more" cried Oliver,
his voice trembling, my dear little
girl. 1t breaks my heart. DIR. John
was cruel to write such nonsense; he
was too eager to serve me. ] don't
want Office; and would face the SLAM
IL.
ment's pain"
She trembled so at his words he
stopped in the midst of sentence, re-
preaching himself for his lack of self
control. They were silent a few mo-
ments; then she said, with her old
smile:
Now we've made up-haven't we?
and you are just as nice as you were
that night, so please may my dog run
little on the snow?"
''Of course he said, and set free the
small animal, who darted after birds,
barking joyously. Among the dis
comforts of having an erratic mistress
were long confinement in cold dark
cars and surreptitious journeyings un-
der shawls and in baskets; so in these
latter days of sudden journeys and i'm
prisonment Skye had grown to prize
his hours of freedom. Perhaps in his
heart, though, he willingly endured
nights in the baggage-car for the Joy
OF being rid of that red-faced, black
eyed something who slept so much and
whom he must never waken with
happy bark or jump. How many
times on account of that red-faced
thing who cried had his darling's aunt
secuted him out of doors with broom,
saying: "Scat, you dog. there, you've
walked the baby again" Now his dear
mistress was like her old self, and he,
Skye, though he never would tell, had
seen Miss Hannah and that baby stink
ing away from the house in Maine like
criminals, and he had never noticed
their departure by one small bark, for
fear they might return.
II am very hungry, said Mrs. Minny
as the carriage turned back to the city,
"and, as my dog is hungry too, it would
be good idea for you to take us to a
private room in some restaurant, where
we can feed Skye on the carpet when
the waiter is out"
There was nothing to do, of course,
but to accede to this demand; the very
fact that she was hungry appealed to
divers generous heart. He thought,
however, as they went up the stairs to
a cozy private supper-room, this would
sound uhpleasantly to a jury. He
could even fancy the attorney for the
prosecution's question: did you, Mr..
Oliver, think this proc eeding proper
one? Does society consider it discreet
for an unmarried man to take young
married lady to such place in the alb
sence of her husband?" etc. Still, Mrs.
Minny enjoyed everything SO much,
Oliver forgot his fears, and was merry
enough in his way The dog, gorged
with food showed off his most anus