The Kootenai herald. [volume] (Kootenai, Idaho) 1891-1904, 1895-02-23
JUST ABOUT GIRLS.


% I-I-THINK," began the Dear Girl
in that charming, hesitating way of
hers. that when a man calls on a
girl 16 evenings week and writes
q her letters and gives her things and
makes himself a piece of household fur
niture, unless he's really serious and
means business he ought to be ashamed
of himself.
so do l." chimed in the Lady in Grim
son.
Because" resumed the Dear Girl.
when other men call and see the perma-
nent visitor always assisting the piano
lamp in filing up a certain corner of the
bay window they get scared off and forget
to come back"
That's true" came from the Lady in
Crimson.
And besides wiggly-waggly tongues
of the neghborhood talk at random and
folk sometimes even so SO far as to buy
wedding gifts in advance. OF course the
girl knows that there's nothing in the
talk, and all she can do is to drag the
piece of furniture into a quarrel to get
rid of him, and-and-thats ALL
That's enough, l think" put in the
Social Philosopher. Men have no right
to monopolize so much of a girls time"
she continued. and if you will observe
closely you will notice that 1t is always
the man who calls often that never knows
enough to go home. | remember a man
such a sigh as the Philosopher heaved
here-"who took the palm as stay-late.
| used to begin to stitie yaWns about 10
o'clock. At first I'd tried to hide these
evidences of drowsiness, but after awhile
my spirits would ooze away SO that Ia
lose my politeness.
" I declare, he'd say, why in creation
haven't l sense enough to go homer
AT that remark I always knew he was
Cd laac or tbaf- IaJf frr
after it he would Immediately begin to
give an outline of a two-volume novel
And when he did actually arise from his
chair and start for the hall I'd untangle
my weary self and make a wideawake
effort to get him into his overcoat. He'd
slip one arm into a sleeve and stop sud
denly with, There, now, / was going to
tell you about that new play that l saw
the other evening" If had enough en-
| ergy left | would let out some awful hint
about the street cars stopping at a GER
tain hour. and then he'd say, Well, now
l am going, sure But he wouldn't He'd
recte a few yards of original verse to me
while I kicked one foot against the hall
stand to keep from going to sleep stand
! ing. And then he'd say, I'm not coming
again for three or four weeks, and before
l had an opportunity to give sigh of
thankfulness he'd begin to deliver a lect-
ure on the humor of Charles Lamb. or
! something equally troublesome.
But this is now merely a recollection
vision of dead days; and although the
young man is a charming individual ]
must confess that the ending of those
never-ending good-bys in the hall is
something to be thankful for"
The Lady in Crimson wOve a small fin
ger through the lace on her gown and
after looking ridiculously wise for mo.
ment said:
! if | wasn't ! couldn't have bought that
$3.50 lorgnette chain for $3.50 the other
day. I'm thankful that my new shoes
don't pinch; that the weather is cold Sc
that my hair stays in curl; that some
thing has happened to the harp that use6
to twang in the flat above; that my new
hat is featherless, and therefore weather
| proof that; I've managed to keep an ex
pense account for 10 whole days withou
| losing my mind; that my health is goot
and my skin of the sort that doesn't show
powder; that the moths nibbled my las
winters coat so that l had to have a new
| one-and-and-that I'm not a princes,
who has to marry some one who is picked
out for her, so that / was at liberty t
say yes TO the very dearest man in tn,
whole world when"
WHY cried the Social Philosopher.
why" gasped the Dear Girl
"Graciousi' they sputtered both to
gether and then tumbled all over tn,
Lady in Crimson in their Individual eff
!, forts to be the first to kiss her
After the excitement had cooled down
and the Lady in Crimson had brough
forth sparkling something that ha,
been hidden in the folds of her cherry
colored gown the Social Philosopher edge,
up close to the important Lady in Crimson
and said
You darling girl. confess! What di
he say? How did he say it? Did h
crawl around the floor on his knees, or di
he fold his arms and stand like Napoleon
does in his pictures? Oh, but wasn't yo
scared? And did you laugh or cry?"
The Lady in Crimson smiled with dig
nifty. She gathered up her skirts an
drew in two small, red-slippered feet
Then she slid toward the door, and wit
a glance at the gem on her finger an
with a kiss thrown in the direction of tn
speeches. Philosopher she courtesied 10y
and said:
I've really fOrgotteni Suppose 70
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