The Princeton union. [volume] (Princeton, Minn.) 1876-1976, 1895-08-08

sorry when their wives dep
Mr.. Baker gave short laugh.
"Wall, that depends"
ooh, does it?'I thought folks had to
love their wives n be- sorry when
they died.
Mr.. Baker laughed again. He made
no other answer for several minutes.
At last he said:
II was sorry enough when my wife
died.
A great pile Of quartered apples was
heaped up in the wooden bowl before
either spoke again.
Then Ann exclaimed with piteous
intensity:
ooh, I'm awful tired of bein'' Aunt
Mandanys fool''
MI. Baker stamped his, foot invol-
UNFAIRLY.
GLOW jew know they call you that?"
he cried in great voice:
II heard Jane Littlefeld tell Miss
Monk she hoped nobody'd ask Man.
dany's fool to the sociable. And Mr..
Fletcher's boy told me that's what
folks called me-"
"Confound Jane Littlefeld! Confound
that imp Of a boy!'
These dreadful words burst out furi-
ously.
Perhaps Ann did not look 50 shocked
as she ought.
"'Tain't no use denyin' it, she said;
II amt just like other folks, n that's
fact. Things all run together, some.
how. NJ the back er my heads odds
it can be-"
"Pooh, what of it? There. can't be.
any of us think stiddy; m if we could
what would it amount to, i should like
to know? 1t wouldn't amount to a row
of pins
Ann dropped her. work and clasped
her hands. Mr.. Baker saw that her
hands were hard, and stained almost
black on fingers and thumbs by much,
cutting of apples.
'Ye see" she said in a tremulous
voice, ''sometimes I think if mother
had lived she'd treated me so't could
think Stiddier. l S'pOSe mOtherG soved
me- They say mothers do. But Aunt
Mandany told me mother died tie year
II got my tal lfrom the cherry tree,
I was then. I don't remember moth
in bout it, nor bout anything much.
| Mr.. Baker do you remember your
mother?"
Mr.. Baker said, EYES," abruptly.
! Something made it impossible for him
to say more.
''I'd know how tits; went on the
thin minor voice: ''but it always did
seem to mes though if I could remem-
Der my mother I could think stiddier.
Do you think 1 could?'
MI. Baker started to his feet.
"I'll be blamed f I en- stan it, he
shouted. mo, nor I won't STAN it,
nutherv'
He walked noisi1y across the room
He came back and stood in front OF
Ann, who had patiently resumed work
"Come," he said, think a lot Of
ye Les git married"
Ann looked up. She Strengthened
herself.
"rhen I should live with you?' she
asked.
''Of course"
She laughed.
There was so much Of confident hap
piness in that laugh that the mans
heart glowed youthfully.
II shall be real glad to marry you
Mr. Baker," she said.
Then with pride. IN can cook
m 1 know frstrate how to do house
work.
She rose to her feet and flung up he
head.
Mr. Baker put his arm about her.
''Let's go right along now" he said
more quickly than he had yet spoken
''We'l call to the minister's m engage
him. You en- stop there. Well b.
married to-day
"Can't you wait till en- put on m,
bunnit N shawl?' Ann asked.
ments she returned for going. Sh
had sheet of note-paper, a bottle o
ink and a pen in her hands.
II en- WRITE" she said confidently
I" m call it fairer to leave word TO
Aunt Mandany'
! Gail right" was the response; SO
ahead
Mr.. Baker said afterward that Ii
never got much more nervous in hi
life than while Ann was writing tina
; note. What if Mandany should AZ
pear? He wasn't going to back on
: but he didn't want to $50 that W.
man. ~.
The ink was thick, the pen was liz
: a pin, and Ann was good while NAL
ing each letter, but the task was ;
;. last accomplished. ... 49,.
She held out the sheet to her con
: panion. ~. ~.
"Ain't that right?" she asked.
Mr.. Baker drew his face down SO
y emily as he read:
N "Dere Ant Madame: I'm so drettf
Tired Of beeing your fool that IN