The Princeton union. [volume] (Princeton, Minn.) 1876-1976, 1902-01-23

sue " Tie parish aIIer a pretty face,
and the only objection l can vet find
with you is that I'm positive you won't
be with me "a hours till that boys
counting you" ....~..
With her hands under her apron Nan
cy dropped sarcastic courtesy and
said, Pm sure I'm very thankful to
ye, ma'am."
"Now, mind you give that boy no en-
enlargement. My hearts nigh broken
with him. and she gave a faint sigh,
land indeed but that l have the COM
fort and consolation of possessing my
own wise, good Alexander 1 think it
would be quite broken long ago. Now
you have got your warning, DEAR
Nancy dropped a naughty courtesy
land mind you keep that boy at arms
length, for emphatically I'll not toler-
ste my servant girls counting with my
son."
Nancy tossed her head again and
flashed look at Mrs. Nelson. She
felt that she would like to deliver her
self Of piece Of her mind, but poor
Nancy likewise felt that If she spoke
she would say something hot and hasty,
for which she would certainly be sorry
afterward, so wisely she restrained
herself. A hot blush overspread her
cheeks. She thanked her mistress Bit
terly and whisked from her presence.
"Heigho!" Nancy sighed as she scrub.
bed a big plunge churn in the dairy
later on the same day.
"Heigho" was echoed back as from
breast weighted with trouble.
Nancy, startled. looked up and beheld
a rakish, dashing low seated on one
of the milk crooks which stood on the
table. He was laughing heartily at
the start he had given her.
Hello, Nancy!' he said when he
could.
Nancy had been more than half in
clined to laugh at first, his countenance
was so humorous and his manner so
catching, but she remembered Mrs.
Nelson's warning, so she replied tart
ly:
Indeed an my name comes glib to
ye, doesn't it, or not?''
by George, it does! Seems to me
like as if I'd known you, Nancy, for
the last SO years."
well, the quicker We get rid O. that
notion the better. Who are ye, or what
are We, or what's yer business here?''
That's right, now. like that, Man.
cy. That's coming plank down to bust
ness at once. Well, I'm Tommy. I'm
a harum scarum good for nothing-at
least so the old woman says, and she
should know-and my business here is
to court you"
Nancy flung the churn scrubber at
him by way of reply to his audacity,
and Tommy caught it deftly. He dis
mounted from his position and, ap-
preaching Nancy, returned the brush
with mock bow, then turned to her
the back of his bent head, saying:
perhaps you would like to ease your
distressed mind by Furnishing Tommy"
Nancy without any delay drew him
across the head a smart whack of the
brush, causing him to jump up with
yell and execute a good imitation Of
an Indian war dance around herself
and the churn, rubbing and scratching
the back of his head the while.
''That's for yer imperence," Nancy
said when he quieted.
''Oh, you duck! Shouldn't like to be
thrashed every day for just such
vision as your sweet self!'
I'm troth," said Nancy, IF We provoke
me to go practicin my wrist on ye again
yell maybe find it's little O. the visions
about it-or at least it's the sort O.
vision that laives blisthers behind it,
Nancy, mavourneen, it's 1 who know
that, for already there's a blister on
my heart the size of your shoe-the size
Of my own shoe, mean"
"Be off, I say, or I'll raise them the
size O yer head-an that's big enough
on the ribs of ye. Be off, tell yep
"And l can't go, tell your accom-
panied by such a travesty on an ogle
that Nancy was compelled to laugh.
1T wasn't enough for yer mother to
warn me against We, suppose, an tell
me the sort O villain ye were an the
thricks ye do be up to-
Nancy, agrah, wish the next time
you find my mother preaching against
counting you'd just only ask her quietly
If she never did it herself and did she
get the man sent down from heaven in
hand basket of morning."
go ask her yerself, We rascal Aren't
ye every bit as big an as ugly as me to
do the business?'
"Ah-h-h, Nancy, avilish!'
"Begone, for the common nuisance ye
are! And by means of a very vigorous
assault on him with the scrubbing
brush Nancy whacked him out of the
door and slammed it in his face.
AS she got at her work again he was
sending parting salute through the
keyhole:
Eyes, Nancy, darling, I'm gone-gone
to patch together as best l can the
smithereens Of smashed heart. With
that cruel brush of yours you've made
very small pieces Of it. If can get it
into any sort Of presentable order, I'll
be back for another c0nrt tonorrou