The Pacific commercial advertiser. [volume] (Honolulu, Hawaiian Islands) 1885-1921, 1905-06-07

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sentimental, matter-of-fact fellow
one would find in a months search.
So when Horace Worth, another
drummer for the same house-one
raw, chilly day in March, CHANGED to
step int o Frantz Karter's, the florist $.
| lust in time to hear Mr.. Mayhem say:
Now. Mr.. karter, do not fail to get
the violets off by to-day's express.
Same address as usual. you have 1t, L
suppose. And here. put this card in
| the box; my train leaves in Is min
utes, or l would stay until you got
| them packed" and when Worth acct
dentallv saw that the card bore the
] inscription: ITO my darling, with
hearts best lOve-Laurence," to put
| it mildly, he was astonished.
Hello. old fellow" said he, ''send-
| ing violets to your best girl, Ell ?''
Eyes, 1 thought they would surely
be appreciated such a dismal day as
| this"
We'll. you are the last man 1 would
ever suspect of being guilty of falling
in love; a confirmed old bachelor like
you, with plenty of gray hairs. But
they say when a man of 40 or over
does get hit with Cupid's arrow he is
hit hard"
"At any rate" laughed Mayhem, ''in
this instance | confess it is true, l am
hit hard as you say, and my best
girl is the dearest girl on EARTH and
he fastened away to the depot, where
his sample case had preceded him.
Worth had only entered the employ
/f & 20 CT hc
before, but during the time he had
met Mayhem several times and had
liked him from the first, mentally
clubbing him a good fellow, with a
keen sense of humor, ready to take
or give joke in his quiet way, but
seldom entering into the storytelling
of his brother knights of the grip,
when-as was occasionally the case
some of them met at the end of their
several trips; and he had never been
heard to boast of the pretty girls he
had met, or fiirted with, as some of
the others were wont to do. So the
above incident impressed itself upon
the memory of Horace Worth, who,
was kind hearted almost to fault.
anu pOSStSSco Ol d StlSe Oh
honor.
Two months later Mr.. Worth hap
pened to be spending Sunday at a
small town some so miles out from
the city. Saturday evening the la
dies of one of the churches were
serving ice cream and Strawberries in
hall near the hotel where Worth
was stopping, and to while away an
idle hour as much as to help in a
good cause, he strolled in about nine
o'clock, and took seat at one of the
tables.
A bright little woman came forward
to serve him, and he instinctively
noted her plain, but attractive face, lit
up by large gray eyes, and crowned
with wealth of hair, once dark
brown, but now thickly threaded
with silver. The rush of the earlier
part of the evening being over, he
was the only one at that table, while
disposing of the daintily served re-
freshments the little woman brought
in response to his request; so, seeing
that he was stranger in town, and
seemed to know no one, she remained
by the table pleasantly chatting in a
manner that showed her to be lady
in every sense of the word.
Soon some one called, "Oh, Mrs
Mayhem, please come here minute"
and saying Excuse me-" she has
tened away.
Five minutes later she returned,
Mr.. Worth not yet having paid for
his refreshments. AS he handed her
the amount he said: Pardon me, but
/ heard your name called, and it is a
familiar one to me, as another trav-
cling man with the firm | represent
bears it, Mr.. Laurence Mayhem. Is he
a relative of yours?"
Quickly smiling, she said: "Oh, do
you know Laurence? Why, he is my
husband. l am glad, sir to meet
friend of his; may | ask your name ?"
Horace Worth, at your service"
replied he, bowling, but you surprise
me. l did not know that Mr.. Mayhew
had married; may l inquire how long
since the happy event took placer"
Did not know that Laurence was
married? That is strange" laughed
she; yet perhaps not strange, either,
for he is so reticent regarding his
own affairs. Why, we have been mar
ried Is years, though were it not for
my son and daughter, both of whom
will soon be as tall as l am, [ could
hardly realize it had been so long by
half" and again she laughed mer-
rily.
1t was with difficulty that Horace
restrained his establishment, and as
the scene at the florists two months
before flashed across his mind, his in
dignation knew no bounds. But by
an effort he quietly made few more
commonplace remarks, babe her good
night and returned to the hotel.
The scoundrel!" thought he, ito
be untrue to such fine little woman
as that, and the mother of his chill
dren, too, just because he has been at
tracted by the pretty face of some
young girl, while his wife's hair is
gray, like his own! l feel like shoot
inc him.