A Nun-Like Girl and Her Mischievous Friend.
It was on the St. Jose train and two young ladies—one as serious and good as a little nun, the other with a black eye with the devil's own glint in it—sat behind the youngest minister in town. The quiet one held in her hand a purple pansy so large that it attracted the attention of the young minister. While he was still looking at it the train rushed into a tunnel. The black-eyed young woman grabbed the pansy in the darkness from her companion, and leaning over, dropped it into the lap of the godly man. When the train reached daylight again the young minister had turned, and with the pansy in his hand was glaring reprovingly at the nun-like girl between whose fingers he had seen the flower. Her face was blazing and her downcast eyes seemed to confess her guilt. The whole car snickered and the malicious black-eyed girl read her book unconsciously.
This is why the young minister preached on the iniquity of flirting, yesterday.
—San Francisco Examiner.