Willmar tribune. [volume] (Willmar, Minn.) 1895-1931, 1910-08-24

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"L1sTEN, SISSY" BEGINS.
door. and it angels ever Wept l saw no
reason why they should be smiling
then.
That man was spectacle. Yes; he
was worse. He was spyglass. He
was the great telescope in the Lick OBJ
servatory. He had on coat and
shiny shoes and a white vest and q
high silk hat. and geranium as big
Us an order Of spinach was spiked on
to his front. And be was Sinking
and warping his face like an Internal
storekeeper or kid with collie.
Hello, Andy" says Mack out of his
face. Glad to see you back. Things
have happened since you went away"
Il know it, says l. land sacrile-
gious sight it is. God never made you
that way, Mack Lonsbury. Why do
you scarify his works with this pre-
sumptious kind of ribaldry?''
"Why, Andy" says he, they've
elected me justice of the peace since
you left.'
looked ut Mack close. He was rest
less and inspired. A justice Of the
peace ought to be disconsolate and as
suaged.
Just then young woman passed on
the sidewalk. and l saw Mack kind of
half smoker and blush, and then he
raised up his hat and smiled and
bowed, and she smiled and bowed and
went on by.
mo hope for you," says I, IF you've
got the Mary Jane infirmity at your
age. 1 thought it wasn't going to take
on you. And patent leather shoes! All
this in two little short months!'
Pm going to marry the young lady
who just passed tonight" says Mack
in a kind Of f1utter.
81 forgot something at the postof
fee" says and walked away quick.
overlook that young woman hun
bred yards away. raised my hat and
told her my name. She was about
nineteen and young for her age. She
blushed and then looked at me cool,
like l was the snow scene from the
1.-TWO Orphans"
II understand you are to be married
tonight" said.
Correct" says she. "You got any
objections?'
Listen, sissy" begins.
"AIy name is Miss Reb0sa Redd."
says she in panied way.
II know it," says l. "Now, Rebosa.
I'm old enough to have owed money
to your father. And that old. specious,
dressed up. garbled. seasick ptomaine
prancing around avidiously like an IT,
remediable turkey gobbler with patent
leather shoes on Is my best friend.
Why did you go and get him invested
In this marriage business?"
"Why, he was the only chance there
was," answers Miss Rebosa.
"Nay," says l. giving sickenfng
look of admiration at her complexion
and style of features. with your
beauty you might pick any kind Of a
man. Listen. Rebosa Old Mack amt
| the man you want. He was twenty
two when you was nee Reed. as the
papers say. This bursting into bloom
| won't last with him. He's all venti-
lated with oldness and rectitude and
decay. Old Mack's down with a case
Of Indian summer. He overlooked his
bet when he was young. and now he's
suing nature for the interest ON the
promissory note he took from Cupid
instead of the cash. Rebosa, are you
bent on having this marriage occur?'
"Why. sure am" says she. oscillat-
ing the pansies on her hat. land so is
somebody else. reckon
"What time is it to take placer"
| asks.
AT & O'clock" says she.
made up my mind right away what
to do. I'd save old Mack If could.
TO have a good, seasoned, ineligible
man like that turn chicken for a girl
that hadn't quit eating slate pencils
and buttoning in the back was more
than l could look on with easiness.
'Rebosa," says l, earnest. drawing
upon my display of knowledge con-
corning the feminine intuitions Of rea-
son, "ain't there Il young man in Pima
"a nice young man that you think a
heap OFF,
Yep" said Rebosa. nodding her
pansies. "Sure there is. What do you
| think? Gracious!"
docs he like you?" I asks. How
does he stand In the matter?
"Crazy." says Rebosa. MA has to
wet down the front steps to keep him
from sitting there all the time. But I
| guess that'll be all over after tonight"
| she winds up. with sigh.
"Rebosa," says l. you don't really
experience any Of this alteration called
love for old Mack. do you?"
Lord, nor says the girl. shaking
her head. Il think he's as dry as q
lava bed. The idear'
who is this young man that you
like. Rebosa?" inquiries.
ITS Eddie Bayles," says she. "He
clerks in Crosby's grocery. But he
don't make but thirty-five a month.
Ella Noakes was wild about him
once"
"Old Mack tells me-" says, that