The Colfax chronicle. [volume] (Colfax, Grant Parish, La.) 1877-1981, 1903-02-28
A Game Of
Love
By GRACE sALMcER.
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4 UNIT LUCY, les play" said
4 Amy.

Bic was uOiuiHS III upSluc uOWn
'What shall we play?" she asked
YEARLY.
LES play lady," announced Amy.
All right"
"You be Mis- Lulu jones'"
"All right"
"I'll be Mis- Simpson"
slow are you, Mrs. Simpson,"
II we'll"
"How is your husband?"
He we'll"
"How is your baby?"
"She well. Oh, Aunt Lucy" pout
ed Amy, "you mustn't keep askin' me-
how ev'ybody isl"
Aunt Lucy began over again. "All
right" she said. 81 hear your baby
has been sick, Mrs. Simpson"
Amy looked fondly at the remains
of a tin-headed doll she carried
"Yes," she said, ''she been sick"
"Whooping-cough?' asked Aunt
Lucy, with interest.
mo, fever"
Dear me, how awful condolcd
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?"
"Five 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-bm
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
ringmaster, pretend 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, 81 amt got 40
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 sigh-"ail
the drunken ones is mostly taken"
''You like the drunken ones,
then?"
Amy sighed. "Oh, Aunt Lucy" she
said, ''how you s'pect / knows wheth-
er like drunken ones or not. Tend
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
If the window.
"We're playin'," said Amy, sternly.
THE deuce you are!" said the
young man. what are you play
ing?"
me an Aunt Lucy's playin' lady,"
announced Amy.
"May / play, too?" asked tie
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 good time" said Amy, regret
fully.
"You can have a 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'll tell you what" he said, 'splay /
was thief"
Amy's face glowed. TEND Won
stole the chair!" she said, excitedly. |
NO." said the young man; let's
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 q shadow or dark red streak
behind her ear. She stood calm and
cold. He decided it was a shadow.
He sighed sadly. So did Amy, but
"0h. Uncle Harry" she said, swho |
ever heard of stealin' kisses. That |
ain't nuffin' to steal. People yust
give 'em."
Everybody doesn't he said.
sEv'y body does when you asks for
em, said Amy, who was well brought
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