Ladysmith news-budget. [volume] (Ladysmith, Rusk County, Wis.) 1907-1927, 1913-08-22

have offered john MlCcnell only Two
fingers of her hand to shake. And his
daughter, Celia, nineteen, back from
boarding school and from being pol
ished off by private instructors i'll the
restaurant languages and those etudes
and things.
Celia is the heroine. Lest the artists
delineation of her charms on this very
page humbug your fancy, take from
me her authorized description. She
was a nice looking, awkward, loud,
rather bashful, brown haired girl, with
a sallow complexion, bright eyes and
a perpetual smile. She had a whole
some, Spraggins inherited love for
plain food, loose clothing and the, So
ciety of the lower classes. She had
too much health and youth to feel the
burden of wealth. She had a wide
mouth that kept the peppermint pepsin
tablets rafting like hail from the slot
machine wherever she went and she
could whistle hornpipes. Keep this
picture in mind and let the artist do
his worst.
Celia looked out of her window one
day and gave her heart to the grocer's
young man. The receiver thereof was
at that moment engaged in conceding
Immortality to his horse and calling
down upon him the ultimate fate of
the wicked, so he did not notice the
transfer. A horse should stand still
when you are lifting a crate of strictly
Io; MI Of
Young lady reader, you would have
liked that grocer's young man yourself.
But you wouldn't have given him your
heart because you are saving it for
riding master or q shoe manufacturer
with torpid liver or something quiet,
but rich in gray tWeeds at Palm Beach.
Oh, know about it! SO / am glad the
grocer's young man was for Celia and
not for you.
The grOcer's young man was slim
and straight and as confident and easy
in his movements as the man in the
back of the magazines who wears the
new frictionless roller suspenders. He
wore a gray bicycle cap on the back
of his head, and his hair was straw
colored and curly, and his sunburned
face looked like one that smiled
good deal when he was not preaching
the doctrine of everlasting punishment
to delivery wagon horses. He slung
imported Al fancy groceries about as
though they were only the stuff he de-
livered at boarding houses, and when
he picked up his whip your mind in
stantly recalled Mr.. Tackett and his
air with the buttoness foils.
Tradesmen delivered their goods at
side gate at the rear of the house.
The grocer's wagon came about 10 in
the morning. For three days Celia
watched the driver when he came find
ing something new each time to admire
in the lofty and almost contemptuous
way he had of tossing around the
choicest gifts of Pomona Ceres and the
canning factories. Then she consulted
Annette-to be explicit, Annette McCor-
kie, second housemaid, who deserves a
paragraph herself. Annette Fletcher
ICED large numbers of romantic novels
which she obtained at a free public
library branch donated by one of the
biggest caliphs in the business). She
was Celia's side kicker and chum.
though Aunt Henrietta didn't know it,
you may hazard a bean or two.
"Oh, canary bird seedw exclaimed
Annette 'Ain't it a corlzin' situation?
You a heiress and falln' in love with
him on sight! He's a sweet boy too,
and above his business. But he amt
suspectible like the common run of
grocers assistants. He never pays no
attention to me-"
HE will to me- said Celia.
Riches began Annette, unsheath-
ing the not unjustifable feminine
sting.
ooh, you're not so beautiful" said
Celia, with her wide, disarming smile.
Neither am I, but he shan't know
that there's any money mixed up with
my looks, such as they are. That's
fair Now, / want you to lend me one
of your caps and an apron, Annette"
"Oh marshmallows!" cried Annette
sI see Amt it lovely? It's just like
'Lurline, the Left Handed, or a But
tonhole Makers Wrongs I'll bet he'll
turn out to be count"
There was long hallway Tor pas
sageway, as they call it in the land
of the colonels) with one side latticed,
running along the rear of the house.
The grocer's young man went through
this to deliver his goods. One morn
ing he passed a girl in there with
shining eyes, sallow complexion and
wide, smiling mouth, wearing maid s
cap and apron. But as he was cum
bered with a basket of early drum
head lettuce and trophy tomatoes and
three punches of asparagus and six
bottles of the most expensive queen
olives he saw no more than that she
was one of the maids.
But on his way out he came up be-
hind her, and she was whistling Fish.
er's Hornpipe' so loudly and clearly
that all the piccolos in the world