Martinsburg herald. [volume] (Martinsburg, W. Va.) 1881-1920, 1905-02-11

ers in general. They've horrid. I
used to be vain enough to think a
few men liked me. But now, when l
see young man In the hall I'm more
than likely to hear him ask: rs Bob
at homer 1t used to be: rs Miss
Lamspn at homer And IL they don't
ask for Bob alone they say: is Miss
Lamson at homeland Bob? And IL
one does ask merely for me he hasn't
been seated ten minutes before he
says: is Bob upstairs? I'll just run
up for minute to surprise him. And
up he goes, and Bob gives him rag
ged old smoking jacket and a pipe.
And when he does come downstairs
Bob tags along and-well you know
how 1t is.''
"Then instead of calling me up
over the phone for good, long chats,
or writing me nice notes, these men
send me word by Bob and he calls out
in the middle of dinner, without TAX
ing his eyes off his beef and potatoes:
oh, by the way, sis. Jimmy Howes
said he'd come up tonight, maybe, IL
you're going to be at home Or,
Watson wants you to keep Friday
night for him. He has a theatre par
ty on. He said he'd see you to make
arrangements when he comes up
some night this week to look at my
new fishing tackle
But last night was the climax You
see, Mr.. Walker"
The other girls eyes narrowed and
her lips twitched knowingly. This
was what she had been waiting for.
"Wel, Mr.. Walker came and didn't
even ask for me. 1t used to be differ
ent, you remember"
Indeed l do" cooed the girl in the
new brown coat.
Bob took him into the library and
| was sitting in the room just across
the hail. Now. | was in that room
before Mr.. Walker came and 1t was
my own fathers house and | didn't
see why / had to run away Just be-
cause q man happened to call on my
brother. Besides, Bob ought to have
taken him up to his own room If they
meant TO talk secrets. So I sat still,
not to listen, of course. l tried hon
estly not to. But the first thing l
knew Mr.. Walker was telling what he
called a joke and Bob was chuckling.
l, for one, don't see the humor of 1t,
but-well, I heard Mr.. Walker say:
Yes, went into the store to send her
the candy and when l tried to give
the clerk her address, for the life OF
me, l couldn't remember her name. 1t
had gone from me as completely as II
had never heard it. And you know,
Bob, how many boxes OF candy I've
sent her"
1.-THE villain!" broke in the girl n
the brown coat. why. he's been
sending candy to you, too. till
Yes. But listen. wasn't caves
dropping. just couldn't help hear.
ing. And Mr.. Walker said: So | tod
the clerk to hold the package till
went for the address and walked the
street for an hour before remember
ed her name. And yet, honestly, Bob.
I'm awfully fond Of her.
"At that instant the doorbel rang
and / few up to my room. and they
were laughing, so they didn't notice
me as went past. And the maid just
then brought up perfectly beautiful
box of candy with Mr.. Walkers card
so you must have been the CIR.
all the time!" gasped the caller.
Il believe So" agreed Isobel. de
murely. "But | don't know whether
to cut him dead for forgetting my
name or smile on him because he con.
fessed to Bob that he-he liked me-"
Il think know which you'll do"
said the girl in the brown coat.-Chi
cago News.