Sent a Box of Mistletoe to Recall a First Kiss
“SIGN on the dotted line, lady.”
“But are you sure this is for me?”
“It says, ‘Miss Martha Brent, 220 Cassland;’ ain’t that you? There’s no mistake; its yours all right.”
Miss Brent drew the box into the house and opened it with trembling hands. And there stood a box filled with mistletoe, lovely white berries like pearls.
“What in the world!” ejaculated Miss Brent. “Mistletoe for an old maid! It must be a joke!”
But she took it out and decorated her tiny home.
That night her door bell rang. When she went to the door there stood a prosperous, middle-aged man.
His hair was beginning to turn gray and he had a vaguely familiar look.
“Miss Martha,” he said, “thirty years ago tonight we were attending a party at Mary Holland’s. I kissed you under the mistletoe and you boxed my ears soundly. I said, ‘I thought girls liked to be kissed.’ You replied, ‘Not by a good-for-nothing Fitzgerald.’
“I’m no longer good-for-nothing. May I try again, Martha?”
— Jane Roth.
(c. 1927. Western Newspaper Union.)
The Deming Headlight (Deming, New Mexico) Dec 16, 1927
Appleton Post Crescent (Appleton, Wisconsin) Dec 2, 1921