Freeland tribune. (Freeland, Pa.) 1888-1921, 1900-10-08

and went out through the window and
tried to play with the dog also. Lucy
took it up and turned her back. Won
dered where Gertie was. He looked at
Myrtle, and she blushed. She holds her
breath and counts 10 and it makes her
checks red.
There is strong breeze through the
hall and it blew the letter l was reading
from my fingers out through the door and
down the steps. l rushed out on the pi-
azza.
"Oh, my letter, my letter." said. ut
will blow away and be lost?
He went down and got it for me and
came back and gave it to me, raising his
hat.
"Oh, thank you," 1 said impulsively.
ITS awfully sweet of you"
Not at ALL" he said.
Gertie came out on the piazza with her
guitar, Myrtle and Lucy began to talk in
whispers. l knew they were gossiping
about me.
when l saw you at dinner" he said,
II thought you were q friend of my sis
ter's."
Really" I said. l looked him in the
eyes and smiled a little. He has gray
eyes and they have speckles in them
when he talks.
81 saw you arrive this afternoon"
said. "Going to stay long?"
at all depends on circumstances" he
said. 81 have an idea of going on to
Richfield."
Just then Gertie came directly over
and sat down.
"Do you understand a guitar?" she
said, addressing me. "This string has
slipped somehow"
"Allow me-" he said, taking it from
her. 81 think l can fix it."
He took out a knife and began to
sarcastically. Just as though l didn't
know why she came over.
She said: There is something on your
nose, dear; let me brush it off. Just
bit of powder"
"Thanks," said "Do you know your
eyes are all black dust?'
"Why, no." she said. "Are theyW
Myrtle and Lucy came up and stood
watching him fix the guitar string, just
as though they were about 5 years old
1 felt like getting up and leaving them
there, but then | thought l wouldn't.
Finally he fixed the string
"How's that?" he said, giving the
guitar back to Gertie.
Its perfectly lovely" said Gertie.
"Won't you play something?" he asked
81 only pick a few things out by ear"
she said.
"Play Underneath Your Window"
said Myrtle.
"Yes that is an awfully pretty song"
said Lucy. They had joined in the con-
versation without the slightest encour-
agement.
"You play the banjo, I know" / said.
"How did you find out?" he asked.
"I'll tell you some time" / said.
wanted to make him think l knew all
about him. 81 think the banjo is too
lovely for anythingl I'm fond of golf.
Are youW
Every" he said. "I've brought some
clubs"
We were getting along very nicely. 1t
was plainly evident that he thought the
others girls were simpletons.
Just then the stage drove up with the
bride in it. She had been seeing her
husband to the station. He goes to town
Sunday nights and doesn't come back
until the next Saturday. Her eyes were
pink. She always cries when he goes
away.
What do you think happened? AS she
stepped out of the stage the new man
saw her and ran down two steps at a
time and took both her hands in his.
"Well Nellie" he said. "Where did
you come from?"
Jack! OF all people in the world;
where have you been all these years"
Europe" he said. "Where have you
been?"
1--WE been getting married." she said.
"Great Scottp' he said.
Lucy and Myrtle and Gertie and / sat
there fairly stunned with that woman's
nerve. A married woman too! And she
let him hold her handsl They acted as
though nobody else was there. Then
they walked past us, went around the
corner of the piazza and sat there talking
and laughing.
Lucy and Myrtle and Gertie and
went into the parlor and sang because"
in German. We always thought that
bride looked queer somehow. Gertie
thinks her hair is bleached. She is GER
tainly padded. You can tell by the way
her hips move when she walks. Myrtle
thinks that the meeting was all done just
for our benefit. Lucy says she saw her
flirting with him all the evening in the
dining room. Funny if they were such
old friends he didn't go up and speak to
her then.
What queer people you meet in sum
mer time. l can always pick out man
who is one of those fresh boys.-New
York Sun.