Grant County herald. [volume] (Lancaster, Wis.) 1850-1968, 1901-02-14

"BEWARE OF ME-" KISSED MIR. STEVENS.
to warn you that if you don't get up
and hustle whenever | call upon you
I'll have you fired in half an hour"
1t is needless to say that l was shock
ed and grieved to meet with such re-
ception. and it is also needless to say
that l made a little note in my diary
under the proper date. Next day l
went in to see Mr.. Bliss. He looked
benign and fatherly, but scarcely had
l opened my mouth to tell him that 1
was widows son when he pounded
on the desk with his fist and shouted:
"But why doesn't your mother get
married again? She ought to get a step
father for you who'll tan your jacket
ii times day! Boy, look out for me!
I've had my eye on you, and if you try
any monkey business with me III make
your young heart ache. Get out Of
this and attend to your elevator"
For two days l was SO crushed to
earth that l never smoked a cigarette
nor played a horse, and some of my
friends thought l was going into a de-
cline. Then l rallied and began to
thirst for revenge. Beware of the ele-
vator boy who has been thrown down.
1t wasn't a week before l discovered
that both these old men were casting
sleeps eyes at a typewriter on the
eighth floor, and from that minute |
knew l had 'em. The first bouquet |
sent was to Mr.. Stevens. but a day
later one reached Mr.. Bliss ! don't
know why they laid it to the pretty
typewriter but they did, and after
each had received a third bouquet Mr..
Stevens called me up to his room and
said:
"Sammis-er-er-som one is send
ing me-er-er-bo bouquets. Can it be-
Sammis-can it be the beautiful young
lady on the floor below?"
l told him | thought it could, and
while he was smiling and rubbing his
hands | got out. Then Mr.. Bliss sent
for me and said about the same thing,
and l gave him the same sort of taffy.
The next day the explosion came. Just
before noon Mr.. Stevens softly crept
down one flight to meet the pretty
typewriter in the hall and ask her to
lunch. but Nj. Bliss was only a minute
behind him. Each had a red rose in his
buttonhole and four pinks in his hand
They walked around and glared at
each other like dogs. and pretty soon
Mr.. Stevens got so mad that he shouted
out:
You superannuated old scoundrel,
but why are you spying on me-"
who's spying on you. you old mash
err" shouted Mr.. Bliss in reply.
Il know what you are here for.'
"You are liar
There would have been fight there
and then. but the pretty typewriter
, came out of her room to 90 to lunch.
Each one of the old men wanted to
step forward and thank her for the
flowers. but each was afraid of the
other. and she passed without looking
at either.
Beware of me-" Kissed Mr.. Stevens
as he shook his fist and backed Off
And you beware of me- whispered
SIr. Bliss as he rolled his eyes and
chanked his teeth.
That afternoon I gave them both a
chance to apologize to me. but they
were both obdurate. An hour later
each received fresh bouquet and what
did they DO but go paradins up and
down the corridor again. As soon as
they met and saw those fresh evi-
dences of admiration Mr.. Stevens cried
out
You internal old gray headed VII
lain. but the gallows is too good for
you
Don't talk 70 me. you double dyed
wretch shouted Mr.. B6ss-