Grant County herald. [volume] (Lancaster, Wis.) 1850-1968, 1905-09-09

NmY GIRL said when I happened
IMl to mention my intentions,
s-~eS Now, Teddy, don't put any
thing more about us in the papers. 1t
looks so conceited."
Maybe So" I answered, "but I've
got to tell. You've no idea how inter-
ested people are in our domestic af-
fairs 1t seems like they couldn't get
enough. I've kept still good while
and now I've got to tell what's hap
pened."
My Girl smiled that dream Of a
smile Of hers. I knew it meant "all
right, 60 ahead" or words to the same
effect That's My Girl all over. In
the end she always let's me have my
own way, because my way is hers and
hers Is mine. We're that kind Of
people.
What I want to tell Is about Little
Son. He owns us now. Micky, that's
our dog, used to be proprietor Of the
establishment, but since Little Son ar
rived he's mounted the throne and
we're his humble, obedient subjects.
There was never such a Little Son
before. My Girl and thought we
were happy when there were just we
two and Micky, but we dreamed 1t;
now we know the reality since Little
Son came to. stay at our house. I'll
never forget the day l met him. He
was lying in the curve Of My Girls
arm and looked about as big as a pea
nut The first thing Ny Girl said to
me was, TEDDY, isn't he beautiful"
my Girl" told her, "for a gentle
man with as little hair, no teeth and
as ford a complexion, he's a marvel
Of manly beauty. Can he be touched
without breakingW
Don't make fun of Little Son." My
Girl said, but knew from the look in
her eyes she wasn't angry. "Take him,
Teddy" she urged
First had to put my arms around
My Girl and feel her soft cheek against
mine to make sure I had her. She
snuggled up to my shoulder and whis-
pered, Teddy, he's the perfect image
Of you, I'm so glad he looks like his
father"
My heart turned handspring. That
was the first time I'd realized I was
father. Little MOTHER" I whispered
in return, holding her close.
"Go on and take Little Son." she
said again, presently.
So l took him. l think he was up-
side down and sideways, though I'm
not certain, he had me so scared. Any
how, he gave me punch with his fists
as much as to say, How are you, old
man"
had to laugh. My Girl G iggled one
Of her oldtime giggles that did me
good to hear. Little Son began to
SQuirm and handed him back to his
mother.
HAS Micky seen him?" asked, try
Ing to appear careless when felt like
doing song and dance.
"Not yet" returned My Girl.
wish you could have seen her face.
The mother look had come into it, and
her smile-oh, we'll, can't describe it,
but talk about angels and heavenly
music, they couldn't touch My Girl.
went to the door and called Micky.
He'd been feeling injured and neglect
ed for several days and came when he
got ready, which was Immediately.
Micky has forgiving disposition If
you'll only notice him. When he was
in the room he looked around inquir-
Ingly. Just then Little Son lifted his
voice and spoke out loud. Micky
pricked up his ears and shifted the air
| suppose he thought it was cats.
Micky's death on cats. AS soon as
he discovered where the sound came
from, he trotted over to The bed
When he saw what was there he be-
gan to wag his tail and poke the
bundle that had Little Son In it with
his nose. Little Son paid 10 attention
He was too busy with his own affairs
to notice a dog.
My Girl said, "this is your little mas
ter, Mlcky, you must Go just as he
says"
She put her hand on Micky's head
and petted him so he should not feel
left out. That's like My Girl, always
80 thoughtful of everyone's feelings.
Pretty soon l thought we'd stayed
long enough so Micky and started to
60 away.
Teddy. don't co." Ny Girl begged,
holding out her hand and looking visit
ful.
my Girl" said I, "I hate to leave
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