Pittsburg dispatch. [volume] (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, 1889-08-11

to their own doors. A pretty little actress
laughed over her mishsp:
"Oh, yes" said she, ST get followed as
they call il, lots of times. Usually the man
drops off about Fiftieth street, live away
uptown, you know. never see them, and
really believe when they give up the fol-
low it's because am SO pre-occupied and
absentminded that they have no chance. I
always look pre-occupied and absent
miuded-it is the best way. Only last week
I had case of different kind.
This young fellow boarded the street
car with me. It was really hard
not to meet his glance, he was SO
ALERT AND PERSISTENT,
but succeeded till about Sixty-third street.
By that time I knew he knew I knew he was
there. I determined to avoid the next stage
of the affair, for that would be when he knew
knew he knew knew he was there. A
man is 50 likely to speak at that stage. As
it was, I kept my eyes glued to the floor,
looked very severe and sat MP straight. At
Seventy-second got of, and he got of, too.
I was Just the least bit frightened, but was
more indignant than scared. He crossed,
walked ahead Of me, recrossed, and came
back toward me. It seemed to be arranged
to intercept me at my own front step. As
fitted my key, I gave one glance OF utter
rage and contempt at the fellow. He was
deliberately standing there to get it. He
took off his hat and said genially: "Well,
Nellie, you're the hardest girl to get look
out of I ever saw"
1 Just sat down on the doorstep and almost
cried. He was only Bobby Guy, you know,
who travelled all last season with me, and
the dearest old fraud in the world. I could
have killed him then, though. Think Of
going to all that trouble for joke"
THE CHARMS OF MUSIC.
emusic hath charms" in the direction
that the saying puts it. It also can do
street toward Broadway on hot day. Ny
feet dragged one after the other, and my
chin hung loose. The two fellows in front
of me were. wrecks, too, and didn't care
whether they sizzled down q crack in the
sidewalk right therefor later. Across the
way a nice little accordion skirted girl
Jagged languidly, her bang uncurled, and
letting little drops of perspiration trickle
from its damp ends on to the little freckled
nose turned up to meet it. The air quivered
with heat as 1t rose from the parched pave.
The eight yellow shoes SMOKED ana looked
more tanned than ever. Broadway seemed
to get further and further off The torrid
old italian, grinding an organ at the cor
ner had the best time Of us all. and tried
to make things worse for us by grinding out
'Greenlands Icy Mountains
81 made up my mind to express myself,
and if the two fellows didn't do it first, kill
the heather when I reached him. OF
sudden his organ changed time to
johnnie, get yer gun. get yer gun. get yer gun,
gun,
Johnnie, get yer gun. get yer gun, gun. gun"
A CHANGE OF STEP.
Idon't know what was doing-swinging
my umbrella, think. and whistling while
I cheerfully kept time with my heels. 1
hadn't noticed that was doing anything
till observed the fellows in front Of me.
They were swinging their umbrellas and
prancing along to the ''gun, gun, gun" and
the little accordion girl (varIety, of course,
and wonder didn't notice it before) flip
Aappipp and tripping tra-la with those tan