Middletown transcript., 1907-06-22

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thing about hearts?
Uncle Jack raised his head
from the arms on which it had
been pillowed in that most dess
pairing ofall masculine attitudes.
and looked down on the troubled
face at his elbow.
Do you know anything about
hearts repeated the boy, anx-
iously.
wish I did, growled Uncle
Jack. What's the matter, young
ster?
Does that look anything like a
hearth A pair of scissors was
clasped in one rough little hand
and the other held up a three
cornered bit of paper, in the
center of which had been pasted
the head of a smiling lady.
Uncle Jack took the paper in
his his own hand and contem-
plated it thoughtfully. Well,
well, he murmured, I don't know
that it looks like q heart
exactly-but it looks very much
the way mine feels-all jagged
around the edges and a girls face
in the center. What do you want
it for sonny?
It's a valentine for Celia, re-
piled the little boy, leaning con
fidently against his uncle's knee.
I thought yesterday I wouldn't
give her any-'cause ! was mad
then; SO l didn't buy the pretty
one in tho window--the one I
meant to buy for her. cause she
choosed it every time when we
looked at 'em on our way home
from school. And now, today,
you see, I am not mad, and
1 wish I'd got it cause she liked
it so much.
Bless his heart, growled Uncle
Jack; does it begin SO early? and
he lifted the small boy on his
knee.
And this is st. Valentines
Day? he asked.
Yes, and the stores are shut
up cause it's Sunday, and can t
go and buy the pretty ops 50 you
see I must make q vasentiue and
take it round to her this after
noon.
OF course, said Uncle Jack.
You wouldn't want her to keep
on thinking you were mad.
Oh, no, and i hope she didn't
cry.
Do little girls cry when you
are mad with them?
Celia does.
Celia? Is she Miss Burroghs'
little nice.
Miss Burroughs is her aunty-
our aunty, cause Celia's things
are mine too-when-when we're
not mad.
Oh! said Uncle Jack. And are
your things Celia 3 Am / Gelia,s
Uncle Jack?
Course, was the decided an
sWer.
Well. that's very nice, I'm
sure. I'd rather have Celia for a
niece than any little girl I know.
You can tell her SO if you like,
Stuart.
Stuart took the valentine from
Uncle Jacks hand and regarded
it critically. Couldn't you help
me make a better one? he asked,
wistfully.
Perhaps so, said Uncle Jack,
opening a drawer in his desk.
On the top lay a sheet OF thick
creamy paper. Borrowing
Stuart,s scissors, Uncle Jack at
last succeeded in cutting out a
very presentable heart, and to-
the center of this the face of the
smiling lady was. transferred.
Then Stuart 1aboriously printed
around the edges; I love you. Be.
my Valentine. lam not mad any
more.
Why were You mad? asked
Uncle Jack, musingly, as he.
watched the slow progress Of the
lettering.
Oh cause, said Stuart. shyly,
she forgot to keep promise.
That aoas bad, said Uncle Jack,
sympathetically.
/ asked her to march with me
in dancing-school and Billy Hart
got there first anda she took
him.
You shouldn't let Billy get
there first, observed Uncle Jack,
q little bitterly.
But she ought to have waited,
declared Stuart.
Then why are you sending her
a valentine? went on bis curious
uncle.
Cause / cant stay mad, admit
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