The Worthington advance. [volume] (Worthington, Minn.) 1874-1908, 1903-01-16
A Game of
Love
Dy GRACE SALNcER.

Aunt Lucy 1OOheu up AION SA~
book she had been reading-although
she was holding it upside down.
"What shall we play?" she asked,
YEARLY.
Lies play lady," announced Amy.
"All right"
"You be Mis- Lulu jones"
"All right"
"Ill be Mis- Simpson"
"How are you, Mrs. Simpson,"
II WELL"
"How is your husband?"
"He we'll"
"How is your baby?"
'She well. Oh, Aunt Lucy" pout-
ed Amy, "you mustn't keep askin' ne
how ev'ybody isl"
Aunt Lucy began over again. "All
right" she said. II hear your baby
has been sick, Mrs. Simpson"
Amy looked fondly at the remains
of tin-headed doll she carried.
eyes," she said, "she been sick"
'Whooping-cough?" asked Aunt
Lucy, with interest.
mo, fever"
"Dear me, how awful" condolcc
Aunt Lucy. "What kind?"
"High fever" announced Mrs.
Simpson, gravely.
"Mercy! how high?"
Mrs. Simpsons head went thought
fully to one side. "Hundred an sew
enty-five," she announced. after de-
liberation.
Aunt Lucy started. "What was her
pulse?"
give hunderd an seventeen" said
Amy, glibly.
A smile began to play about Aunt
Lucy's lips. What was her respira-
tion?" she inquired, politely.
For a moment Amy stumbled-b.u
only for a moment. She was not the
one to confess ignorance. "She
amt got none," she announced.
finally.
''Now," said Amy, with the air Of
q ringmaster, pretend 1 didn't have
no nurse"
Aunt Lucy docilely pretended. She
was used to Amy's high-handed way
of conducting affairs, and Amy-an
only child in household of grown
ups-knew the rules of the game Of
lady to nicely.
"You know, Mis- JONES'" began
Amy, cheerfully, II amt got 40
nurse"
"You don't say So" said Aunt
Lucy. "How do you expect to get
one?"
"Well," said Amy, II yust avatise
an avatise, but"-with a sigh-"ail
the drunken ones is mostly taken"
"You like the drunken ones,
then?"
Amy sighed. "Oh, Aunt Lucy" she
said, show you s'pect knows wheth-
er like drunken ones or not. Tend
/ liked them"
Again Aunt Lucy subsidized.
Just then the door opened and
young man entered. He was tall
young man with black hair and eye
glasses. He looked rather excited.
He greeted Amy boisterously, but
looked at Aunt Lucy. Hello, kid"
he called; "come here and kiss mel"
Amy frowned. Aunt Lucy sudden
1y dropped her book and looked out
of the window.
"We're playin'," said Amy, sternly.
1.-THE deuce you are!" said the
young man. what are you play
ing?"
me an Aunt Lucy's playin' lady,"
announced Amy.
"May I play, too?" asked the
young man, meekly.
Amy thought about it. 'Men can't
play lady," at length she decided.
The young man looked crushed.
Then he frightened visibly. Sup
pose we play something else," he
said.
''But me an Aunt Lucy was havin'
such a good time," said Amy, regret
fully.
"You can have better time" said
the young man, confidently, If you
let me join"
"An right" said Amy; "you be the
butcher"
The young man was disappointed.
''I'n tell you what" he said, ''play
was thief"
y: Amy's face glowed. "'Tend yo,
stole the chart" she said, excitedly.
''No," said the young man; 'let's
play I stole a-kiss." His eyes
sought Aunt Lucy's face again, but
she was still looking out of the win
dow. He wondered, though, if that
u was a shadow or a dark red streak
behind her ear. She stood calm and
cold. He decided it was a shadow
u He sighed sadly. So did Amy, BIZ!
4 impatiently.
ss3 '.Oh, Uncle Harry" she said, "who
M ever heard of stealin' kisses. That
# amt muffin to steal. People yust
give 'em."
sss Everybody doesn't" he said.
.'Ev'y body does when you asks for
s'em." said Amy, who was well brought
up.
q ..I.adies don't-always," said the