The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1901-08-08
-'Tis getting a little warm 70

Storm, I said" yelled Miss Snow
bell, lit rained III the night"
"Oh," said Mr.. Wireweed, sympa-
thigingly, Eyes, the storm@iid it give
you a fright? Now, that's too bad.
But ladies have no business trying
to get along by themselves without
masculine brute to take charge of
EN- Now, you'd better"
"I'll have to run in," shrieked Miss
Selma. ''and get my breakfast over"
Mr.. Wireweed smiled approvingly.
That's right; think it over--think
it over" he said, cheerfully; I'm
sure you'll come to the right conclu-
sion by and by"
ooh" groaped Miss Selma, as she
ran into the house, that man! If
I stood there bawling until all the
neighbors heard l couldn't make him
understand. It's great pity such
, really nice man should be so obsti-
nate-and so deaf"
Miss Snowbell felt vaguely upset
and uncomfortable during breakfast,
and when her aunt, who always
washed up the dishes, began to clat-
ter the breakfast things, she took
down her sunbonnet and went and
hunted up her garden hoe.
1--WE got a fidgetty streak" she de-
cIared, starting brisllly out to her lit
tie vegetable garden. "I'll go and hoe
it off"
1t was queer, but she soon discov-
cred that Mr.. Wireweed was hoeing
in his vegetable garden.
you're at it early, Miss Selma"
he hailed, ioyously.
"Yes," she answered, briefly.
did you think it over?" he asked,
coming close to the dividing garden
fence, where she = was hoeing a
| beet
NO" she yelled, "you shouldn't
keep up that subject, Mr.. Wireweed."
Couldn't what?" he asked, with
his hand to his ear.
"You must drop the matter" she
shrieked, 81 came out here to hoe"
Mr.. Wireweed smiled delightedly.
"Of course you didn't say No, but
you didn't say Yes, either, and"
"I've said No so times" screamed
Miss Selma, who was as red as a
poppy. 81 don't like to be rude, but
I can't help it,"
"Well, that's encouraging. l knew
YOU liked me little, and I'm glad
you can't help it; but | want you to
like me a great deal. Here's board
loose; I'm going to take it clear off
and come through, and we can sit
on that bench and talk it over COM
fortably."
"My stars" murmured Miss Selma,
despairingly. 81 believe in my heart
I'll have to marry this man to get
rid of him."
"Of course you WILL" said Mr..
Wirewood, JOLLY, "andI you'll never be
sorry for it, tell you
Miss Snowbell gave a startled
spring.
Seems TO me your hearing has i'm
proved mighty suddenly" said she,
Mr.. Wireweed laughed.
"'Old woman, old woman, S, II we go a
| shearing?
Speak little louder, sir, I'm very hard o.
| hearing.
Old woman, old woman, shall l kiss you
dearly?
Thank you, kind sir, hear very clearly "
he chanted.
John Augustus Wireweed," said
Miss Selma, Indignantly, Il believe
you've been hearing a lot more than
you pretended to-
"'Tis love-" sang Mr.. Wireweed;
love wouldn't let me hear discourag-
ing things, but helped me 10 hear the
right thing"
Guess you can hear most as good
as anybody" said Miss Selma, grim
ly.
'Not quite" said Mr.. Wireweed
there's a lot of variation in it; this
happened to be one of my good days
"And on your bad days I'll have
to split my throat screening" pro
tested Miss Selma.
no" said Mr. Wireweed, "you
won't need to say anything, then. II
know by intuition what you want to
say-or ought to want to say"
"Oh! And you'll never hear any
thing you don't want to, I suppose
"Of course not; but you won't
either, for You know I'll never say
anything mean to you, Selma, dear.
He slid up close to Miss Selma and
slipped his arm around her neat ging-
ham waist. and she knew she was
| engaged to Mr.. WireWeed.