The Neihart herald. [volume] (Neihart, Mont.) 1890-1901, 1899-02-18
SOME WAYS OF LOVE.

Mr.. Singleton--Falling in love is
nonsense. It doesn't follow thai a fell
low won't do it, all the same. 1 was
very near doing it myself, once upon a
time. She had a way of looking down
when you were talking to her and of
looking up when she wasn't looking
down. All! different girls have diff
ferent lines. Hers was the homestead
ed. "You really must try this salad,
Mr.. Singleton" her mother would say;
Louise made it," Or, DO have an
other piece of Louisa,s pie; the dear
girl will be so disappointed if you do
not appreciate her cooking"
AS for Louisa's pastry-well, it need
ed no pressing. If 1 had started the
counting business seriously and gone
there every evening l should have be-
come a confirmed dyspeptic, SO ire
slstible were it's attractions. Unfor-
tunately we are so constructed that we
like everything that is not good for us,
and =. But l am depressing. Also,
Louisa was ~singularly accomplished at
sewing. Putting on a couple of but
tons was nothing to her, l found. You
may smile! Perhaps you haven't tried
sewing on buttons? l have and l know
the difficulties.
What with the cooking and the sew
ing and the looking up and the looking
down, it was nearly a case with me.
got to going there three times a week
and was thinking of an excuse for
making it four, when an aunt fell i'll
and Louisa's mother went away to
nurse her. The night after her depar-
lure went to supper as usual. There
was no oil in the salad, the pie wasn't
half done and the pie crust-ugh!-I
can't bear to think of it! Then the
truth dawned upon me. Louisa's pas
try was made by Louisa's mother.
Inc shock-and the pastry-so upset
me that l didn't call for several days.
lhen l rallied. At any rate, Louisa
could sew, l reflected. You see, |
wanted some excuse to marry her, so
l went there again. She greeted me
with a ~reproachful GOODNESS. Il thought
at any rate you would come round for
your shirt" she said; 81 have sewn the
buttons on the collar"
oh, Louisa!" | began-I was about
to take her in my arms-when my
eyes lighted on the button. 1t was
plack; 1t was made of metal; it was
ten times too large! 1t was, in short,
the kind that my tailor uses for-er-
other garments! So l escaped. It was
prcvidential. But sometimes 1 think
you see, she had a very nice way of
looking up-and dc l..
Thu Rev. John Shy (communicat-
ed)-
AFTER GRACE.
A curats once courted a nice little
Grace bg name, and by nature a sin
ner;
He never cared ask for Gust n little
kiss,
Praps he thought by his preaching
to viii her!
His most passionate speech, when they
sat down together,
Was "A vely fine day." or Most
singular weather."
Aj "S' ~ . NOWSu ullIO SIlGIC6,
she cried;
lis my mission to make him alb
jure it;
Pa must ask him to dinner; I'll sit by
his side,
And I really should think l could
cure it,"
30 he came, and they all tried their
hardest to make -- t..t#
Him really at home; to insure it,
He was seated by Grace, and, his ST.
lence to break,
Said her father (Who couldn't endure
it,
Forgetting the "blessing"-"Nov what
will you take?"
II should like to say-Grae-H
said the curate!
Miss Flossie Smiles-Ma says it
will be time enough for me to think of
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