The Washburn times. [volume] (Washburn, Wis.) 1896-1976, 1916-06-15


me if l knew the happiness of matri'
mony. That fixed her. she went.
Daughter Number Three was the
best of the crowd. Sort of sharp-tem-
pered. I can stand for a natural in
trinity, as long as it's natural. Can't
stand for fakes. What started me
thinking was when l told her her back
hair was working loose, and if she
didn't take care she'd pull it of with
her hat. Never opened her mouth at
me. | tried the dummy will, but that
didn't feaze her. l knew something
was wrong. Pretended to be engaged
to widow up Littlewood way, and
then she sailed in. Called me an old
tyrant and a deceiver and swOre she
bring suit for breach OF promise
against me. l fired her
Now remember, l want daughter,
not wife. Get that through your
head, Daughter Amelia, and you'll
stick, and maybe come into thousand
dollars when I die. I'm sixty now, and
my father died at ninety. I'm living
on my capital, and if 1 live to ninety
there'll be just thousand left"
Yes, father" replied Miss Amelia,
taking off her hat iii go and fix
things in the kitchen. You can smoke
all over the house."
What d'you mean?" stammered old
man Wimpole.
What l say. always mean that.
replied Miss Amelia.
He learned what she meant during
successive days. First, the cuspidor
was removed from the porch. Then.
old man Wimpole found that if he
wasn't down to breakfast by eight he
got none. Third, old man WimpOle's
grog-bottle, which he used, it must
be admitted, moderately, was found
on the ash heap-broken.
Between annoyance and apprecia.
ton at a discipline which he recognized
he needed, old man Wimpo1e was soon
reduced to submission. Very candidly
Amelia told him that the job was no
sinecure, that if he wasn't satisfied
he could look for SOMEBODY else, and
that if he did he wouldn't get anybody
who had her interest in him. Old man
Wimpole agreed.
Hell marry her. She's got him,
the mink" said the druggists wife to
her husband.
So old man Wimpole thought. Des-
perately, because he knew that the
feminine sex is postmaster in wiles,
he admitted defeat. He could not do
without Miss Amelia; he could not do
with her.
He told her so. Moreover, he told
her so one evening, when they were
in the garden, and there was moon.
That shows how far old man Wimpole
was gone.
Amelia he said, Il don't want you
for daughter any more. l want you
to be my wife"
Amelia, who had thrust her arm
through his in true daughterly fash
ion, withdrew it Indignantly.
Father, how dare you lay such a
trap for mel" she exclaimed. "You
know very we'll you advertised for a
daughter, not for wife, and you know
what you said to me as soon as l got
inside the house.
but this is real. love you,
Amelia
"You want to get rid of me. You
think I'm going to do what the others
did. don't intend to-
Amelia! Listen to mel" shouted
old man Wimpole, so that he was over
heard in the street by curious pedes-
trians. Il love you. Never mind what
l said. l want to marry you. Do you
understand? l want you to be my
wife. | don't want a daughter any
more"
Amelia looked at him with sort of
affectionate glance. Then, father,
she said, I'm sorry to say that it is
impossible. In fact, l am married
already"
What" Numbered old man VIM
pole. "You have been deceiving me
all along?"
I'm what way, father?'
pretending to be a single girl"
81 beg your pardon, father" returned
Amelia. 81 have never stated whether
| was married or not. 1t was you who
tackled the Miss to my name. Yes,
am married. And happily married.
And how have l deceived you?"
"You-you-you didn't tell me-
stammered the disillusioned old man.
why should it be deceiving you
even if I didn't? Can't a daughter
get married? In fact, my husband
wants me back in few days, unless
unless you want us both to come and
live with you," said Amelia kindly.
Old man Wimpole glared at her.
What is your true name? Let me
know who you are, anyway" he said.
Mrs. Jim Winpole,'' said Amelia
softly. -.ef
Old man Wimpole jumped a foot
into the air. What" he yelled. 1T
was put-up job, then-you and that
scoundrel Jim?"
Amelia nodded, and suddenly two
tears trickled down her cheeks. Faith.
err" she pleaded, forgive us both. We
love each other. and we both love you
And, if you will, you-you shall have
back your grog-bottle."
And old man WimpoIe, in acquies.
cence, planted a kiss upon his daugh-
ter's cherry lips.