The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1908-08-27

dread meal time the more each day,
Because Of this one thing:
hate to fold and put away,
My napkin in its ring.
900
Pickles on the Polite Thing" as he
had come to be facetiOuSly known
throughout the length and breadth of
his local acquaintance, lived at a local
hotel, where, with his jealous little
wife and his genial array of talents he
managed 10 impress all those who
came, with the Importance of his ma
tive estates
The lady in question spent her days
putting refreshing little touches on
his wardrobe and polishing his shoes
to a state OF gli5tening Wilderness.
At night. he also came in for a
share of her personal attention, being
generally abused roundly for the va
ried impressions which he had been
able to make through this same i'm
maculate condition of his wardrobe
which she herself had made possible
by her unfortunate skill and fore
thought.
Yea, verify, Inconsistency, thy name
is Woman,
One day Mrs. Pickles decided to
leave for a week or two.
Pickles made a brave attempt TO
coming event He-PickIes on the Pc
loose for two solid eventful weeks.
He could have given a gentlemanly
whoop for the very joy of it all She
wasn't to go until next morning, he
considered woefully, but. he cOntid-
ed to one or two of his friends about
the hotel, he meant to get in on the
ground floor that very night, and to
make some acquaintance among the
ladies which would be OppOrtune at
least"
After due consideration his friends
approved of the plan also, and agreed
within themselves, to aid in the good
work to be done.
That night being Sunday night,
Pickles staIked out with his music
roll under his arm to a local church,
where he was to render the evening
offertory.
He was always a pOnderOus self-evi-
dent person, but tonight his immacu-
late linen fairly cracked with the i'm
portance it felt in helping 4 good thing
out
His wife had taken a North Hill
car. and was to spend the evening
with friends, awaiting his arrival lat
Ler.
All the evening 6lChleS ui"tdIiSu
eye had roamed the dining room in
search of some responsive glance to
his melting personality There had
been none, and he owned in the priv
acy of his soul, that things were be-
ginning badly
He had finally emerged from the
shadowy entrance. and was taking
himself nimbly down the cteps, when
a timid "ahem" startled his reveries
and he quickly became conscious of
the white rObed figure of young wo-
man who sat in the gloom OF the
porch She wore white from the top
of her pretty foot pickles supposed
il was pretty TO the crown of her
picture hat, which had been draped
with many folds of a f1lmy creation
which instinct told him was lace
long sweeping coat enveloped her
figure. He noted all this apprOvingly-
~Ahem!" answered Pickles on the
Polite Thing peremptOrily, and began
retTacing his steps
After all. the offertory and the whole
shooting match could go hang; it was
too hot, anyhow and
The young female on the gallery
who had evidently become suddenly
overwhelmed with maidenly modesty
at his sudden advances, began tap
suggestively2
Pickles found himself a chair and
answered in a Geographic code of his
own To his delight she appeared to
understand and tapped again in re
Spouse.
Then he lost the last vestige of his
inborn propTiety. and, moving his
chair close 70 where she sat. seated
himself expectantly.
The lady rose hurriedly and fed CO.
quettishIy in the gloom which enveI-
Oped the veranda-
Pickles followed deIightedIy.
she was interesting indeed.
Then he headed her off.
Il beg your pardon" he said eIab-
OTateIy, and he bowed profoundly
but are you not Miss Brown"
Miss Brown" tossed her head. and
leaving Pickles perspiTing in all the
prOfusion of his apologies, she swept
on
Suddenly a travelling man whom the
unlUCky Pickles had seen about the
lobby that night. laid no gentle hand
on his we'll dressed shoulder
I believe" he said. ominOusly
that this Is Mr. PickIes-PickIeS on
the Polite Thing of the Squaller?'
Pickles was warming up again He
ACKNOWLEDGED his identity with his
usual benign cOndcsCensi0n-
Well" continued the travelling man,