The Somerset herald. [volume] (Somerset, Pa.) 1870-1936, 1898-11-30
Two Girls and Another.

II was in one of the Chestnut street
ice cream saloons, where all good Phil
adelphians go to eat ice cream because
their grandmOthers and grest-grand-
mothers went there. A girl whose
enormous pompadour looked as If il
were dressed over horse collar was
busily engaged ia making an exeaya-
ton in large dish Of ice cream a
girl with manly stride came in and
the two shook hands like college boys.
"well, she's gone" exclaimed the
girl with the manly stride, in tone of
relief as she sank into chair opposite
"Who's gomez"
THAT girl from the South that's
been visiting me. I've just taken her
to the station and put her in her seat
and checked her baggage aud bought
her ticket and helped her of with her
Jacket and done everything else but
order her dinner for her, so now hope
to goodness she will get home without
falling of the train"
''Dear me, couldn't she do those
things for herself?n
al know it's dreadful to talk about
ones company, but / must or burst.
She's one OF those cling vines and
she's almost worn me TO shadow.
When she gets little older she will
be what Howells calls 'hen-minded
woman"
"TelI me, what did she do, what did
she say that seems to have stirred you
up so much ?'i asked the girl with the
pompadour interestedly.
"WelI, for one thing, she was always
getting lost and wouldn't ask anything
from a policeman because she said it
was so conspicuous She came so
near being run over by bicycles, troll
ley cars and carriages Jubilee week
that thought my hair would turn
white. II anything was coming she
would stop right on the crossing and
squeal."
"How stupidr ~
ayes, wasn't il >" I took her out to
see the girls play golf and she thought
it was dreadful for them to play bare
headed and to roll up their sleeves.
She thinks girls who play tennis are
tomboys, and bicycle riding she says
is unlady-Iike."
'sThe idea What did she like to
do"
"Oh, she would sit four hours en-
broidering dollies, polishing her finger
nails and waiting for the men to call.
She was from the South, you know.
Don't you hate girls who are always
kissing you and patting you?'
"Well, / should say 50 she didn't do
all that. did she?''
''Yes she did, every night and morn
ing, and she had those abominably soft
little hands that squeeze up into moth
ing. They give me sthe ereeps. She
always went to bed ia gloves thai
smelled Of gIycerine and rosewater."
"How ridiculous just think how We
used to hang out of the window thu:
summer to get our hands tanned"
"She had those innocent, helpless
looking eyes, and when we were in s
crowd she always hung to my arm and
called herself "a poor frightened Little
kitten"
Horrible ~
"Yes, and evenings she played
Sparkling Waves on the piano and
sang things about the murmuring sea
"Didn't you feel like shaking herr
"Often. The first night she came sh'
SMILED for two hours said she wa
homesiek because she had never beeI
out in the big world alone before. HO'
would have thought she was an orphan
starving in a garnet. There our Who'll
household was raeking its brains I
think Of things to make her visit pleas
aut. She went all over my chiffon Ii
up at the station just now, and sal
when came South to see her she woul
introduce me into Southern society an
give moonlight picnic for me-"
"Are you going ?'
"Nitv'