Five Mile Beach weekly journal., 1910-06-03


door, and If angels ever wept l saw no
reason why they should be smiling
then.
That man was a spectacle. Yes; he
was worse. He was a spyglass. He
was the great telescope In the Lick OBJ
s~ervatory. He had on a coat and
shiny shoes and a white vest and a
high silk hat, and a geranium as big
as an order of spinach was spiked OF
to his front. And he was smirking
and warping his face like IN internal
storekeeper or a kid with collie.
'Hello, Andy" says Mack out Of his
face. "Glad to see you back. Things
have happened since you went away"
81 know It," says l, 'and a 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 ribaldryY"
why, Andy" says be- they've
elected me justice of the peace since
you left"
/ looked at Mack close. He was rest
less and inspired. A justice of the
peace ought to be disconsolate and as
suaged.
Just then a young woman passed on
the sidewalk, and | 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 l, IF you've
got the Mary Jane infirmity at your
age. | thought 1t wasn't going to take
OH you. And patent leather shoes! All
this in W little short months!'
I'm going to marry the young lady
who just passed tonight" says Mack
In a kind of a futter.
81 forgot something at the postof-
fee" says | and walked away quick.
/ overlook that young woman a 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 | was the snow scene from the
''Two Orphans"
II understand you are to be married
tonight" | said.
Correct" says she. "You got any
objections?"
Listen, sissy" I begins.
my name is Miss Rebosa Redd,'
says she in a panied way.
81 know it," says L. Now, Rebosa.
Pm 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 |, giving a sickening
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
apers 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 occurT
''Why. sure | am" says she. oscillat-
ing the pansies OH her hat. and so is
somebody else, / reckon"
what time is 1t to take placer" !
asks.
"At 6 O'clock" says she.
l made up my mind right away what
20 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 / could look on with easiness.