Democratic Sentinel, Volume 14, Number 43, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 21 November 1890 — THE MISTAKE. [ARTICLE+ILLUSTRATION]

THE MISTAKE.

BY OZIAS MIDSUMMOR.

CHAPTER I. “No. I Bin far from f L consenting. A scholniartu, inI I— deed, for * -wife J j for my son ’ B'Twould not be * week ere We both were repenting Andcurslngtheday asywj that the mischief {UH, was done. you will get marrled, why not ijSjjK ■ choose a lady— Ij/i?’ Someone who la SCLA sensible, honest, xZ A and true, \ ' Like Mattle McMasters or your cousin Sadie?

Yea. better the servant than that little shrew ” CHAPTER 11. The kitchen's great walls were In charge of a fairy. Who trod its great deck with a timorous tread; The tea-kettle’s music did triillngward carry The smoke of the frying-pan wreathing her head. The dark wind of night drove Itself down the stove-pipe And scattered the ashes now whitherward flown;

Die fairy’s deft fingers strove then a dish to wipe. When leisurely came in somebody alone. CHAPTER 111. Die old mother’s hopes had been krthfully shylug Because of the teacher’s face shaded with curls. Because of her hopeful’s oft seemingly sighing. Because of the talk they had had about girls. But now she forgot her dislike of the teacher. And even her fear of the curls was amiss. For seemed then a mystified something to reach her, Which having been heard again seemed' like a kiss. With horse, foot and dragoons the mother assaulted And charged with quick-step on the scene of delight. When that yet to come of the seeming dedefaulted And scattered pell-mell 'nild the darknciis of night. CHAPTER IV. “Now, what’s to do next?” whispered one, lowly speaking, As met that same one some one else in the dark; “I feared we'd be caught when I hoard the door squeaking, And fear site is after usyet—listen, bark!" But not u sound heard they, when hugged the low speaker < That same some one else, as they kissed to their fill. When whispered the other, «My courage grows weaker, We’re both doing wrong thus to counter her will. “What think you your mother will say on the morrow?”-

She’ll tell.me ’tls time 1 should puck op Hud go; Her heart is, no doubt, nearly broken with sorrow. To think that her son should have treated her so. ‘See there, she has taken the lamp and is looking About In my room now, to see If I’m there. I think, sir, you've eaten the last of my cooking; Our castles have bursted—are nothing bat air.” chapter v. ‘No, no,” said the lord of creation, enclasping Her who loved him dearly, and kissed her the more. ‘l’ll leave if you go,” muttered he. ’mid the gasping That followed the wound that made his heart sore. ‘No, Lettie, my darling,” continued the hero, “I’ll not give you up, though you’re driven away. 3h, think, dear, what would become of me! Oh! I’ll go with you, Lettie; I’ll die if I stay.” His hot, briny tears were In streamlets abounding. And bathed were her cheeks with deep crystallized streams, When uttered she words to the hearer astounding, And learned he a thing may not be what it seems. For as spoke the hero and told of his mother. And how she’d prefer he should marry the cook Before he should her, the one and the other. Unclasp and aparted and hugging forsook. ‘What’s this?” said she, guardless. “Have you been deceiving. And bringing that teacher to work for us here?” '• Wb«n felt, he the joys of the sweet kisses leaving, And wished for a hole wherein to disappear.

CHAPTER VI. Tis true, as 'tls written; he’d hugged hl» old mother. And joyed in the glory of sweets in the dark. While she’d let him wade through the tanglesome bother, To see, was he earnest and true, as a spark. Enough has been said, yet a line must be written, To tell how that mother came down from her horse. For knew she now well her sen’s justly, sore smitten. And so let h'm wed the cook (schoolmarm) of course. Chicago, 111.

"I'LL NOT GIVE YOU UP, THOUGH YOU'RE DRIVEN AWAY.”

“HAVE YOU BEEN DECEIVING?”