Rensselaer Republican, Volume 23, Number 45, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 9 July 1891 — A Hard Worker. [ARTICLE]

A Hard Worker.

Boston Courier. Dudeleigh—Aw. Nicely, old fellow, you look tiahd. Nicely —Jove, old chanpie, but I should fawncy I m>gat. Been working all the raawning. Dudeleigh—Working? Why, how, old fellah? Nicely—l’ve been lubowing jmdah an impwession. The newest way to arrange a lace flounce is to festoon it twice across the front of the skirt, first half-way down and then near the edge, turning over the top in a hem and running in a ribbon

yer old Tom fur President Harrison and forty cows to boot. Officer, how long is this bridge.'' ’ .‘“A little over a mile.” “W-h-e-wl Think of it, Birdie.” “How loveh,” she wispered. . “Lovely! Of course its lovely, but ,it don’t begin with my little p«R I wouldn’t trade you off fur a million’ sich bridges as this. Officer hain t she jlst old peaches!” “Tom, Tom!" she chided as she drew away. “I think it a very happy carriage, sir,” replied Scotty, “and I hope you may have a long life before you." “Happy marriage! Te-he-he! Why, it’s the gaul-darndest, happiest, lovingest marriage that ever took place in old Mohawk. I was a widower and was moonin’ around and declaring that I wanted to die when I met this gal at a spellin’ schSbl. From that very minit I wanted to live.” “Tom, you musn’t,” she whispered as she turned away. “I truly hope that you will," repled Scotty. “And say,” continued the bridegroom as he drew the officer three or four steps away. “I want to ask you a fair question.’' “Go ahead. ” “Do I look old enough to be her father?” “No, sir.” “By George! put ’er thar. There was a one-eyed, scrubby little chap about twenty-five- years old who wanted her the worst way, and who told her I was over fifty years old. Hgw old do I look to you?” “I should call you about thirty-five years old." “Put ’er thar! I wouldn’t have missed this fur S4O! I’m a day or two over thirty-five, but I wanted an unbiased opinyun! I’m so gaul darned pleased that I’d li'reto whoop. Say?” -Well?” “We come down to see the bridge, but we’re both so taken up with loving each other that we can t think of nuthin’ else. You’l excuse us, I know. You've prcbably bin thar yourself.” “Yes, I have.” “Then you’ll excuse us and we ll go now. Come s’mother time. Te-he-he! I feel so gosh-fired tickled that I could throw a steer over the fence and tak again." “That’s awful, I said to Scotty as the couple locked fingers and walked away. “It isn’t anything of the kind!” he replied. “They love and are happy, and if I catch any one giggling at ’em on my beat I II run him in!”