The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1908-07-30

girl fairly pulled it of the hinges, she
was 50 eager to set ii open.
oh she cried, you've got some
postcards for me-
I've got one. MISS l said hesitat-
ingly.
Let lie have it, she cried and
grabbed it from my hand.
She looked al it. ana then l saw her
white figure CULVER Then she straight
ened up. and without a word she went
into the house ana closed the door be-
hind her
l tell you | felt pretty bad about it.
Not being married myself, | had got
into feeling Il sort Of sense of owner
ship in that girl and when she took it
so to heart / felt that l ought to do
something about it. l had no doubt
that Oscar still cared for Miss Alice
and had only hooked up with the other
girl because lie was mad at her post
card and thought that Miss Alice had
given him the mitten. was dead GER
tain that Miss Alice still cared for
him. l knew, though, that she was too
proud now to do anything to settle up
the quarrel Consequently | saw it
was up to me-
Finally | stepped into a drug store
handy and bought a postcard telegram
card myself. On the back of the card
was printed:
"There's only one person in the world
for me, and that's-youw
l addressed this to Oscar in a hand
writing that | know was almost iden-
tically the same as Miss Alice's. Then
l mailed it,
The next few days passed mighty
slow, | can tell yoT. | didn't know
whether l had made matters better or
worse, and | was mighty anxious about
it. Poor Miss Alice seemed worn out
each day when l passed her house.
kept hoping that l had made things all
right with my card, and yet l was
afraid
And then one day in my routes mail
| ran across a postcard for Miss Alice
addressed in Oscars hand and post
marked from the place where he was.
That card would tell the tale!
My, how | wanted to look at that
card ! don't believe | ever wanted
to do anything so much as just to turn
over that card and see what was on
the back. Was it all right. or was it
all wrong? In a moment | could see
if looked at her mail. But l reason
ed it out that | had done enough
wrong in doing it before. So put
the card in my bag without looking at
the back of it and started out on my
route.
| thought never would get to the
Minor house. My route never seemed
so long before or since Finally, how
ever. | was on the block where the
house was located. Slowly l worked
my way up the street, and finally
rang the Minor doorbell
81 have postcard for you" | said
A swift motion, half fear, half hope,
dashed into her face.
"Oh, let me have it," she cried
l handed it to her She turned her
back to me as she looked at it 50 |
couldn't tell from the way she looked
whether it was good or bad news.
He did as | told him." she said in
mufiled voice, 'to the very last. Even
now he isn't writing a word"
l began to get nervous. She started
to move inside the hall, and it looked
as if l wasn't going to find out that
day what the message was after all
Il hope it isn't bad news, miss"
| managed to stammer.
Bad news" she cried, wheeling
around like a whirIwind Bad news!
No, l should say not! The best of
neWs-the very best of news See
here, you dear old postman"
She held out the postcard where |
could see. 1t was another postcard
telegram. This was the message print
ed on it: Expect me soon. Love you
in the same old wayr