Wauwatosa news. [volume] (Wauwatosa, Wis.) 1900-1948, 1905-03-11

ABOUT tlfS repairs
Il amt but g." objected his friend
AS good as SO. / know when your
birthday is by reckinin' from mine
Don't you remember, | had to lie about
my age SOS we could enlist in the same
company
swell, then, have it your own way
then. do. Sixty three amt old.'
Pm not so sure. Now / am a great
grandpa at that age an you Just a.
startin' in, but who's to be the happy
Mrs. PREGNANT"
Daniel blushed until his notified face
resembled yariegated pincushion.
There's two of them I'm hesitatin be-
tween he answered, looking vaguely at
a flaming sumach bush on the opposite
shore.
We'll" prompted Nathan.
Two of 'em," repeated Daniel bring
ing his index finger down upon the board
with a thwack and staring hard at it;
zone is-nne is''-he shifted his gaze to
a thistle close at hand, and picking up
switch, threshed it vigorously. Nathan
whitfield away without the least appear
ance of interest.
Zone is Abby Bell"
Nathan nodded his head in corrobora-
ton, somewhat disappointed at revela-
alton that was no revelation, because
Millville had been daily expecting their
marriage for thirty years.
And the other is-confound that bee.
he's agoin' to sting me yet"
We'll, for heavens sake" calculated
Nathan, SAY lt-say its who?"
Ann Elizabeth Tompkins" Daniel
b1ipL-ad bic aKroc ;pHo tod b;s obon1-s until
they resembled a bellows, and blew out
the name as if it were plug.
"The devil" gasped Nathan
Now, what have you got against Ann
Elizabeth" demanded Daniel, with an in
jured air.
"A widow an gossip. an equal suf-
fragist an a social purityite, a soul
feeded an a sanctifed person. an to
marry you! Lord Lord! The saint
and the sinner, the hawk an the dove,
the sheep an the goat-yah, YAH" The
old man grasped his knees in his hands
and rocked to and fro in an ecstacy of
mirth.
Go on" cried Daniel. pile it up.
Insult your best friend if you will, but
don't drag her in; don't you say nothing
about her until she's present to defend
herself"
II wouldn't iare to then" said Nathan,
earnestly. why, Dan1. shes a match
for any two men in MillvilIe, an YOU
know it. Six feet tall an two hundred
if y pound. Who-ee! Don't you sit there
an admit that you're considerin her
Back track! Back track! Climb tree;
swim a stream. Any way to spike the
scent, my hoy. / hope it amt too late,
comrade. l hope YOU haven't gone and
committed yourself beyond recall"
An acorn ratified from bough to Dough
in a neighboring tree and struck the
ground with a thud. Daniel lodged with
a quick duck of the head and glanced APP
prehensively over his shoulder.
1t amt went that fur" he admitted.
I'm only afgurin', as a fellow says
All right, but don't you fgger too
close. Looky here, Dan'l / amt cot a /
thing against you MARVIN, but after
havin' been so uncommon deliberate. let's
not get in an ALFRED hurry all at once.
It's mighty easy to get married. It's
as easy as it is for rat to get into one
OF them patent traps, and marriage has
got its bars, too, as well as its bait.
Now, to continue the argument. we will
say, my boy you're a-marryin' to better
your condition-for the purpose of be-
comm more comfortable; an | Judge
that's all a bachelor thinks of when he's
marryin'. If such be the case. am I
think know you pretty well. don't YOU
make the mistake of marvin a widow
of strong convictions and mature age.
My brother married widow. He was
about your age when he did It. too. an
a L.. s.
in the hope of havin' a life of ease the
rest of his days he selected what he
thought was a rich widow. Well. they
hadn't hardly ct their first meal together
until he realized he was tied ND to n
whited sepulchre Yes, sir, for a fact.
She took all her money and put it into
costly monument to her first husband.
an George w. had to cut right out an
dig for a Twin
He tells me it is a mighty handsome
stone, with two angels carved on it,
ciaspin' hands, an right below the words.
IN we meet again 'Many's the night
says George W., that I've laid awake
calculatin just where I'm supposed to be
whilst they are a-meetin' an claspin'
hands,
'Dan'l, a widow eitht makes a club
or clog out of her frs hu Sband. You're
either a whole lot worse you're never
quite so good as he was. an the longer
he's buried the better he gets.
Another thing, too, Danl there is no
such thing as romance in a second mar
riage. Love is plant that don't bloom
more than once for any one. And when
a widow decides she needs another help
meet she sizes up the candidates with
mighty cold. calculatm' eye first, while
Widowcr acts as if he was afraid the
supply would run out before he got
chance to get one.
To my mind, there's one time. and
one time only, for marriage It's when
you're young an in love, so young an
so much in love that nothing else mat
tiers at all y second marriage is like
set OF false teeth-a more or less pass
able substitute for the first according
Ia tit. but dreadful hard IN ,,r;to moot ~.