Martinsburg herald. [volume] (Martinsburg, W. Va.) 1881-1920, 1905-10-14
WHAT HE THOUGHT.

er-always had been. 1t was a case OF
two souls with but single thought
with them, and that thought was Kemp
ley's.
Kempley originated and Gillian coin
cided. Kempley advanced proposition
and reasoned it to conclusion. Gillian
invariably agreed with the conclusion
and defended 1t against all corners. He
parted his hair in the middle, as Kemp.
ley did; he held that Capitalization is
a menace to civilization, as Kempley
did; he took cold water and rock salt
bath every morning, as Kempley did;
he smoked cigarettes, contending that
to be the least injurious form of smok-
ing, as did Kempley.
1t seemed rather unaccountable to
most people, for, although Kempley was
cleverish sort of young fellow and had
a certain facility of expression, he was
no prodigy of sense, and Gillian, when
you got him by himself, showed some
few glimmerings of that uncommon
quality, Waters, who came from the
same town, said that it was just force of
habit When they were boys together
Kempley had been an inch or two taller
than Gillian and trifie more muscular.
AT school he hammered Gillian into q
state OF subsection and he had main
tanned the ascendancy so gained ever
since. The two young men now lived
together and were almost inseparable.
Come around tonight after you
knock off, Tommy, and we'll go and see
Jumping Jerusalem proposed Waters
to Gillian one evening.
mo, thanks" replied Gillian. i've
seen it,"
What are you talking about? It's
the first night of the play, you chump."
I've seen it all the same" retorted
Gillian. When you've seen one of these
musical comedies you've seen 'em ALL
"Kempel isn't as critical as you are"
retorted Tommy.
You bet he is" said Gillian, inno-
Gently. ''He thinks the same way do"
Then he stood gazing in blank astonish-
ment when Waters emitted a shout OF
laughter. Gillian didn't see the point
until later.
Tommy | should think that high
collar would just about saw your ears
off, remarked Somerville on another
occasion. "Why don't you wear some
thing loose and low +"
Its a matter of taste" said Gillian.
81 think low collar gives man dis
tinctly slouchy appearance. l feel bet
ter when l don't look like decollete
society belle-or a hobo"
''Kempley said something to the same
effect yesterday" observed Somerville,
only Kempley's got a neck that will
stand collar half mile high, and you
know, Gillian, that you haven't"
/ I've known people to get very pop
ular by minding their own business"
said Gillian, turning very red.
~He wears checks because Kempley
does" said Somerville afterward. Hes
too stocky to carry 'em, but anything
Kempley wears is all right, of course.
Hes got Kempely's idea of the yellow
peril now. Kempley's going to take his
vacation in Winesap, Wis. He says it's
the greatest resort within thousand
miles. What will you bet that Gillian
doesn't go to Winesap?"
, Don't know" said Waters. II
should think he would begin to pail on
Kempley."
/; They'll split sooner or later,
though" said Somerville. "You just
mark my words. You'll see"
Waters, II seemed, had the right idea
about it. Kempley confided to him that
Gillian did pail upon him somewhat.
Kempley went to Winesap alone and
stayed for two months.
When he came back he was astounded
TO find that Gillian was raising a mus
tache Kempley always objected to hair
on mans face.
'You look like an old-time street car
conductor" he said, disgustedly-"a
hobo Didn't you have the price of a
shave? You might have wired me and
I'd have sent it to you. Here, take my
razor and get it off. In that drawer"
Gillian half opened the drawer and
then closed it abruptly. Il guess I'll let
it grow" he said, alphabetically, yet
with a sort of firmness. I'm told it
suits me-"
What idiot told you that?" asked
Kempley.
Gillian turned a red face on him. See
here, JIM? he said, you've no business
talking that way. A mustach mayn't
suit your ideas, but it may other peo-
pies. A man ought to look like man
and not like an Indian"
"And embroidered suspenders, tool"
exclaimed Kempley, as Gillian took or
his waistcoat.
But now Gillian was positively wrath
full What have you got to say against
those suspenders?" he demanded.
Kempley slapped his knee. IN bet
IT'S a girl" he said. my sainted aunt.
Tommy and the tender passion! Oh,
who is she, Tommy? Don't say it's
that little red-headed Saunders-II
take it back, Tommy. Don't shoot"
= 'Kempley," said Gillian, 'for two pins
I'd give you the darnedest licking you
ever had in your life. If didn't know