Martinsburg herald. [volume] (Martinsburg, W. Va.) 1881-1920, 1904-03-26
ABOUT A GIRL
WE DIDN'T GET

show, about the size of handker-
chief. and q housewifely expression
that she always dons on such occa-
eions. Suddenly she glanced up.
sI,ooki Quick. Out Of the window.
Jack. No. the other way. There she
goes"
by Jove. what a pretty girlw ex-
claimed. who is sheY'
~But you were looking the wrong
way" said Polly. "and that wasn't the
girl I meant"
Il was looking at the girl across
the street, said, land she was quite
the prettiest girl have ever seen
except one" l added, dutifuily
Polly set the kettle down with .
hump that Jared the teacups.
Its always that way" she said
reslgnedly. "The girl across the
street. ike the girl he didn't get al
ways Is a mans ideal. IL he never
marrles. he carries her image about
In his heart. or her photograph about
In his pocket, and uses 1t for stand
ard with which to compare all the
other women he may meet. II he
does marry somebody else she be-
cones a sweet memory that rises
every time his wife burns the biscuits
or forgets to take her hair out OF curl
papers. why is itY' and Polly tilted
her little nose upward until she look
ed almost digpihed. that the mere
fact that girl doesn't want to marry
a man makes him wild to get her?'
Polly" said l, do you remember
when you were a very little girl how
you used to lie awake nights trying
TO catch santa CLAUSE Do you recol-
lect how the jam on the top shelf was
always the kind you liked best Did
you never long to see the other side
OF the moon, or eat what wasn't good
for you, or play with the naughty
little girl whom you were forbidden
TO speak tor It's human nature. The
Elusive. the unattainahle, the thing
we cannot get always has been the
thing We want"
Polly pushed back little curl that
will get into her eyes. and began cut
ting lemon, meditatiely.
YES" she agreed. but it's differ
ent with a woman. She always feels
a sort OF resentment toward the man
who won't fall In love with her, while
a man rather respects a woman for re-
fuslng him and admires her for snub-
bling him. The longer she remains on
the other side of the street"
THAT is it," l broke in, "the longer
she remains on the other side of the
street But | have observed that IL
Is generally very easy to cross over
yourself. and then"
And then she is no longer the girl
across the streetT broke in Polly,
waving half a lemon triumphly.
"Then she loses her illusion. her at
traction. II is as If you had turned
the limelight off of the leading lady
in the play. Her Titan hair becomes
red; you observe that her nose turns
up at the end; her diamonds are only
paste, and her figure is nothing more
nor less than the result OF wearing a
straight-frOnt CO. iet. The stock mar
ket falls, and y,u are glad to sell out
your interest l.. the girl at the very
lowest figure. The very fact that she
has succumbed to your entreaties or
your destinations, the very fact that
she loves you, or is willing to fiirt
with you"
Polly will you put down that lem
on. 1t is taking the color out Of me
already"
Polly subsidized.
Let me ask YOU" went on. seri-
ously, why, If you girls know all this,
do you so often cross the street your
selvesT"
What do you mean?" said Polly.
"You send us sofa pillows" I re-
torted.
Polly WINGED.
"And necktie cases" went on,
''and invite US to violet teas"
mfr. Heavyfeather." said Polly.
will you kindly pass the sugarT
/ passed.
Polly took two Jumps with the dig
nifty of a tragedy queen.
IL 10 cNlucut, hue remarked IN
tone like the triekling of ice water
that your charms have made you
victim of feminine attentions. But"
she continued. there are girls and
girls. The kind to whom you have
reference never were like the girl on
the other side OF the street They
never gave you nor any other man an
opportunity to observe them from a
distance
blew the smoke OF my cigarette
rehectively. IL is always amusing TO
hear Polly talk sensibly. because
well-because her pompadour Is FUZZY
and her nose is retrousse--and In that
nonsensical apron-well-
Yea" began slowly; now that
you come 10 mention II. there was
once a girl
Il didn't ask for particulars, Mr..
Heavyfeather."
THE most beautiful girl ever