Williston graphic. (Williston, Williams County, N.D.) 1895-1919, 1903-02-12
! Game Of
Love
By GRACE SALNcER.

she was holding it upside down.
''What shall we play?" sne asked,
YEARLY.
Lies play lady," announced Amy.
"All right"
"You be Mis- Lulu jones'"
"All right"
"I'll be Mis- Simpson"
allow are you, Mrs. Simpson,"
II WELL"
"How is your husband?"
"He WELL"
allow 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?"
"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 a moment Amy stumbled-bvd
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
. 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 nc
nurse"
"You don't say So" said Aun,
Lucy. "How do you expect to gel
pne?"
''Well," said Amy, II yust avatise
an avatise, but"-with sigh-"all
the drunken ones is mostly taken"
''You like the drunken ones
then?"
Amy sighed. "Oh, Aunt Lucy" she
said, show you s'pect knows wheti,'
er I like drunken ones or not. Tend
I 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 me!'
Amy frowned. Aunt Lucy sudden.
ly dropped her book and looked out
of the window.
"We're playin'," said Amy, stern1y
"The deuce you are!" said tn.
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 good time,' said Amy, regret.
fully.
"You can have a better time" said
the young man, confidently, If you
let me join.''
"All right" said Amy; you be the
butcher"
The young man was disappointed
'1'll tell you what" he said, "play
was a thief
{. Amy's face glowed. "'Tend YOU
stole the chair!" she said, cxcitedly
NO." said the young man; "let's
play 1 stole a-kiss.'' His ewes
sought Aunt Lucy's face again, bu,
she was still looking out of the win
dow. He wondered, though, if thai
was a shadow or dark red streal
behind her ear. She stood calm ant
cold. He decided it was a shadow
J., He sighed sadly. So did Amy, BIZ
impatiently.
"Oh, Uncle Harry she said, "wh,
ever heard of stealin' kisses. Tha
amt muffin to steal. People yus
give 'em."
Everybody doesn't" he said.
. "Ev'ybody does when you asks fol
EN-" said Amy, who was well brough
up.
Ladies' don't-always," said tn,
young man, still looking at the back O.
Aunt Lucy's head.
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