Rensselaer Semi-Weekly Republican, Volume 19, Number 93, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 29 July 1898 — KISSED HIM BY MISTAKE. [ARTICLE]

KISSED HIM BY MISTAKE.

i . ■ Error of a Pretty In*mi*rant Brinara Bluahes to a Yonnfif Man’s Cheek*. Some men are born to be kissed, some achieve kisses, while others have kisses thrust upon them. The last seems to be the case with a visitor to the immigrant station at the foot of Washington avenue recently. Among the passengers who disembarked from the American line steamer Waesland, which had reached her dock, were a little group of rosy-cheeked maidens from Ireland. They were conducted to the immigrant station, where the inspectors started in to ply them with the usual questions as to their financial condition, ability to earn a living, relatives residing in this country, etc. z “Shure, 1 have a brother here," replied the prettiest one of the Jot to the inspector who was questioning her, “and he was to meet me this day." “Do you see him?” queried the inspector. “I don’t,” was tlie answer, the lassie’s red lip pouting prettily. “But that’s not sthrange. We were childer when he left the ould counthry, an’ I wouldn’t know him at all, at all." The inspector looked around among the crowd. Spying a stalwart, handsome young fellow among the onlookers he pointed to him. “Is that your brother?” he asked. The maiden gave one glance at the young fellow and then threw herself into his arms with a glad cry. “It is, it is,” she exclaimed. . “Shure, Pathrick, an’ it’s glad I am to see you.” The next instant she was planting ret sounding smacks upon the y oung man’s lips. The latter was too much surprised to say a word at first. Finally he pushed the girl gently away. “It’s mistaken you are,” he said, blushing to the roots of his hair; “I never had a sister.” , The pretty immigrant would have fallen in a heap if the inspector had not caught her in his arms and led her weeping to a seat. “Shure, I thought you said he was my brother,” she wailed. “Oh. wurra, wurra, what have I done?” The arrival of the real brother a few minutes later dried her tears and brought the smiles to her face once more. It was noticed the young fellow who got the kisses lingered around until the brother and sister went away, afterward making vigorous inquiries as to who they were, and it is not beyond the possibilities that—well, love affairs have grown out of much less promising incidents.—Philadelphia Inquirer.