River Falls journal. [volume] (River Falls, Pierce County, Wis.) 1872-2019, 1903-01-15
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Love
By GRACE SALINCER

% A UNIT LUCY, les play" said
Aunt Lucy looked up from the
book she had been reading although
she was holding it upside down.
"What shall we play?" she asked.
YEARLY.
Lies play lady," announced Amy.
''AIl right"
''You be Mis- Lulu jones'"
''All right"
"IH be Mis- Simpson"
GLOW are you, Mrs. Simpson,"
81 we'll"
''How is your husband?"
Gle we'll"
Glow is your baby?"
"She we'll 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. IL hear your baby
has been sick, Mrs. Simpson"
Amy looked fondly at the remains
of tin-headed doll she carried.
"Yes," she said, ''she been sick"
''Whooping-cough?" asked Aunt
Lucy, with interest.
mo, fever"
Dear me, how awful" condolcG
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-fve," 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 moment Amy stumbled-brt
only for moment. She was not the
one to confess ignorance. "She
amt got none," she announced.
finally.
''Now," said Amy, with the air Of
a ringmaster, pretend L 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 a nicely.
'You know, Mis- JONES'" began
Amy, checrfully, Il amt got no
nurse"
"You don't say So" said Aunt
Lucy. ''How do you expect to get
one?"
Well" said Amy, 81 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, chow you s'pect L knows wheth-
er l like drunken ones or not. Tend
l liked them"
Again Aunt Lucy subsidized.
Just then the door opened and a
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
~ dropped her book and looked out
of the window.
We're pIayin'," 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 1 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"
"AlI right" said Amy; you be tho
butcher"
The young man was disappointed
''I1l tell you what" he said, play
was a thief"
Amy's face glowed. "'Tend yor
stole the CHART" she said, excitedly
No" said the young man; lets
play [ stole a-kiss'' His ewes
sought Aunt Lucy's face again, but
she was still looking out of the win
dow. He wondered, though, if that
was n shadow or dark red streaL
behind her ear. She stood calm an6
cold. He decided it was a shadow
He sighed sadly. So did Amy, bnt
impatiently.
'Oh, Uncle Harry" she said, ''whc
ever heard of stealin' kisses. That
amt muffin to steal. People yust
give 'en."
Everybody doesn't" he said.
'Ev'ybody does when you asks fol-
fem," said Amy, who was we'll brought