The Jasper weekly courier. [volume] (Jasper, Ind.) 1858-1922, 1904-06-17

| lNAt Inv Aci hetch 4 MOTT OF nlms
he said TO Mrs.P iimpsey I'm a law
abidin' man an a man o. peace. but
such doln's Is scan1ous, an I'd be apt
10 make an example OF him"
Mrs. Plimpsey was a widow, black
eyed and buxOm and Of a cheerful dis
position. She tenanted one Of the dea-
cons two houses and he had stopped In
Ike a good landlord, to see II there
was anything that needed fixing
around the place. lie had found the
widow perched on a stepladder. wash
ing the parlor window. and she said
that II he'd excuse her she'd just 90
right on with her work. as she could
talk TO him Just as well. The deacon
couldn't hardly help noticing that she
had a mighty shapely ankle. He APP
proved Of plaids. although he was OF
course too modest man 10 say so
Gracious" exclaimed Mrs. Plimp-
sey, II never saw you so fierce. dea-
con. | ah'd think, though. that If peo-
pie didn't want to get kissed they
might keep away from the Wilkinses
lane. eyenin's"
well" said the deacon. they might
mebbe, but don't reckon they 90
'c-ptin' out of a harmless female Gu
riosity an they've a right TO go. !
Dent blame 'em. But this Jack, he
crter be rid on n white oak rail- The
idee. that good lookin' woman can't
so where she DUN pleases, an feel
safe."
The widow smiled you don't need
% hold that ladder. Deacon she said
Il guess its safe now" she continued
Anyways I've promised 10 go over to
Wilkinses myself this evenin"
MOI" exclaimed the deacon, "don't
you do 1t. Mis- Plimpsey"
III take chances" said the widow,
giving him a coquettish glance. 81
guess there aiu't nobody'd want to kiss
me"
Come down off'n that there ladder
a mint" said the deacon. with a flush
ing face.
I'm not through yet" said Mrs
Plimpsey calmly, an think I see
Mis- Blevins startin' out of her front
gate. Maybe she's lookin' for you"
The deacon started and hastily picked
up his hat
81 reckon it's time was goln'." he
said If you don't mind al let my
self out O. the back door. He had
reached the parlor door. when he
turned back.
You're jokin' about goin' through
that lane this evenin', amt you?" he
asked
NO, sne answered. Il don't think
I'll be bothered Yet, it is Mis- Blevins
an she's a comm here
The deacon bolted.
When Mrs. Plimpsey suddenly fell
herself in the sudden clasp Of a pair
of strong arms in the gloom of the
Wilkinses lane that evening. she posi-
bly, regretted that she had not Needed
the deacon's advice. but at all events
she retained her possession. Rec
ognizing the futility of resistance she
meekly surrendered her lips to the
spoiler. but just as he drew away for
breath she made a sudden snatch at
the red beard that was pressing her
reachy cheek. 1t came off in her hand
and Jack the Kisser, starting back. dis
clo5s1 beneath his slouched hat the
OF Deacon Malachi Blew
ins-and a rueful countenance it was
too.
"Deacou!" said Mrs. Plimpsey. re-
Can this be you?"
The deacon hung his head.
What do you suppose Mrs Blevins
will say when tell her this?" demand
ed the widow. sternly.
You amt goin TO tell her, are your"
asked the deacon. imploringly. Say /
you won't You don't know what she |
Is or you wouldn't. | don't believe III 4
ever have done this If ii hadn't been /
FOR her. She's jest blue vit'rol an cold /
Dizen. is Mis- Blevins she's helt me I
iown and made life a misery every |
time I looked crosseyed at a woman,
an allus liked wimmen. in an inner
cent way. Between her an sustainin' /
! repatriation I've ben tol'able mis-
able man, an lately got desp'rit. an
Kicked over the traces. You wouldn't
ell her-Bessy?"
Il think you ought TO be ashamed OF
said Mrs Plimpsey. II think
ought to tell. declare I'm afraid OF
'ou."
You don't need to be"
IL am. If | don't tell will you be-
rave yourself and not go round kiss
ng young girls again?"
Honest l never will-Bessy." said
he deacon.
81 kind OF had an idea II was you"
aid the widow presently. but I'd
lever have believed you hsd the
punk"
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