The Savannah morning news. (Savannah, Ga.) 1900-current, 1904-09-18
HOW HE LEARNED
HIS NUMBER.

They had been married so recently
that there was still something of the
honeymoon feeling left. One morning
she came to him with a little furrow
between her dainty brows.
Bobby" she began, I've written
a story, and"
For heavens sake! Gladys" he
interrupted.
g and / want you to suggest a
title" continued Gladys, immovably.
She sat leisurely down in ham,
mock opposite to him, and the sun
beams came and played merrily over
her pretty hair. ITS the picture of
young, innocent country girl; she's
very beautifully, and all that" GLADYS
waved her hand COMPLEMENTARY land
there are FIVE men who are wildly in
love with her. She scarcely knows
what the word love means" (Gladys
looked at her husband for approba-
tion.) You see," she added in an
explanatory tone" she was rather
childish"
Evidently" assented Bobby tap
ping his forehead significantly.
THE story ends" said his wife hur-
riedly, with the girl acquiring the
knowledge that transforms her from
child into a woman. Now, what
would you suggest for title?"
Bobby was silent; his mind was d
blank.
Don't you think quotations are
rather nice for titles" suggested
Gladys timidly, pushing back a stray
curl.
Very nice" agreed Bobby, for once
started on quotations he felt on safe
ground. You might call it oh the
Pity of IT. he said on the spur of
the moment.
Gladys looked at him obviously, and
pushed back another breeze-disturb-
Does that refer to the men falling
in lover" she asked.
oh. dear no." said Bobby, reas-
suringly lit refers to the girls igno-
rance of the fact"
Gladys bit her lip. 1T won't do"
she said.
Then Bobby had another inspira-
ton.
why not call it "A Plethora of
Lovers?' "
What does that mean ?" asked
Gladys, arranging some cushions be-
hind her head.
1T means too many" returned he,
leaning over to tuck her muslin skirts
about her as she changed her position
in the hammock.
His remark seemed TO afford GLADYS
much food for thought.
Il don't think five too many, do
you?" she said impartially.
For a quiet, innocent country girl!"
exclaimed he.
Gladys espoused her heroine's cause
warmly.
Now. look here. Bobby, if a girl
is pretty and-and very attractive,
knnw isn't CHI i,,cf
have a lot of lovers and lot of pro-
posals?"
she may be bound to have SOME"
corrected he, mot lot. A girl who
let's her proposals run up--weil. into
five, proves that she is neither more
nor less than a f1irt."
Gladys did not seem inclined to ar
que the point any further; she turn
ed over in the hammock, and her
face was hid from her lord and mas
ter"
Il don't like your titles" said she.
aggressively "I'll find one for my
SELF
DO" said he with honest relief. And
they relapsed into silence. while the
crickets chirped.
Presently Gladys gave vent to a
long-drawn sigh.
"A good titles the deuce" said Bob
by sympathetically.
That isn't what's troubling me-"
said she with a bit of CULVER in her
silver voice.
what is, dearest ?"
Gladys had the grace to blush and
hesitate. Under her long lashes her
eyes were moist, but the dimples play
ed bewitchingly, as she WHISPERED
almost inaudibly to the man who bent
over her:
IL don't like you to think me
neither-neither more nor less than a
fiirt."
Now, what the man wants to know
is, whether that is the correct way for
a young wife to acquaint her husband
with the number of her past love af-
fairs.