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lector, happening in, perceived old
man Wimpole upon his knee, meekly
lacing Miss Amelia's shoe.
"He'll marry her. She's got him,
the minx!" said the druggist's wife
to her husband.
So old man Wimpole thougEt. Des
perately, because he knew that the
feminine sex is pastmaster in wiles,
he admitted defeat He could not do
without Miss Amelia; he could not
do with her.
He told her so. Morebver, he told
her so one evening, when they were
in the garden, and there was a. moon.
That shows how far oid man Wim
pole was gone.
"Amelia," he said, "I don't want
you for a daughter any more. I 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 la,v such a
trap for me!" she exclaimed. "You
know very well you advertised for a
daughter, not for a wife, and you
know what you said to me as soon
as I got inside the house."
"But this is real. I love you,
"You want to get rid of me. You
think I'm , going to do what the
others did. I don't intend to."
"Amelia! Listen to me!" shouted
old man Wimpole, so that he was
overheard in the street by curious
pedestrians. "I love you. Never
mind what I said. I want to marry
you. Do you understand? I want
you to be my wife. I don't want a
daughter any more."
Amelia looked at him with a sort of
affectionate glance. "Then, father,"
she said, "I'm sorry to say that it is
impossible. In fact, I am married
"What!" thundered old man Wim
pole. "You ahve been deceiving me
"Pretending to be a single girl "
"Prttending to be a single girl "
"I beg your pardon, father," re-
iurned AmeJia "I have .never siated
whether I was married or not It was
you Who tacked the Miss, to my
name. Yes, I am married. And hap
pily married. And how have I de
"You you you didn't tell-me r"
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 a few days, unless
unless you want us both to come
and live with you," said Amelia kind
Old man Wimpole glared at her.
"What is your true name? Let me
know who you are, anyway," he said.
"Mrs. Jim Wimpole," said Amelia
Old man Wimpole jumped a foot
into the air.. "What!" he yelled. "It
was a put-up job, then you and that
Amelia nodded, and suddenly two
tears trickled down her cheeks. "Fa
ther," she pleaded, "forgive us bpth.
We love each other, and we both love
you. And, if you will, you you snail
have back your grog-bottle."
And old man Wimpole, in acquies
cence; planted a. kiss upon his
daughter's cherry lips.
I am black, black as night
I enfold my victim in a pall'as dark as
The unlighted depths of some great
Around his throat I draw a tall,-
That pinches his Adam's apple
In a vice-like grip
Against his panting bosom I press"a '
As unyielding as the metal cuirass-
of an armored knight
Men hate and loath me
Ah! the women lead their male
The tortures of my stiff embrace.
Only the movie actors seem to love
I am the fuJI dress suft