The Greenville journal. [volume] (Greenville, Ohio) 1850-1918, 1908-06-04

from him, and used to wonder why it
was he sent 50 many of them and no
letters. That was before | knew about
their quarrel and what she had said.
The girl was as happy as Il lark while
she was getting 50 many of them, be-
cause she knew the man still cared for
her. | could see easily enough that she
liked him all right
Then one day she handed me post
card and sort of winked ut me.
IL guess he'll sit up when he gets
that" she said.
| looked at it when | got out of sight
of the house 1t was addressed to Os-
car all right and on the back was one
of those printed postcard kilograms.
The printing said:
in town.
tell you what hated to take that
card to the office! | knew how badly
it would make that young fellow feel
away off in the wilds where he was.
But had to take it just the same.
You know you get sort Of interested
in people when you call on them the
way do every day, and was anxious
to see how Oscar would take the card.
His postcards kept coming to her all
right-they were views of the place
where he was working and that sort Of
souvenir cards-and then they stopped
all of a sudden. reasoned that he'd
quit sending them the day he got her
card.
The girl was waiting for me, her face
all shining with smiles. the morning
that none of the cards showed up in
the mail for her.
mo cards for you today, Miss Alice"
] said as she met me at the door.
The smiles all left her face ut once
and she looked at me as though she
couldn't believe it.
mo postcards at aIl?" she cried.
mot one" | said. Maybe the party
that's been sending them to you is
hurt"
At that she cried.
Hurt! No; he can't he hurt"
uOH necessarily lHedl puy SlCdlly
hurt" replied There's other ways
of being hurt than physically"
She looked at me rather strangely at
this, then tossed her head, marched
into the house and slammed the door
after her.
There were no cards for her the next
day, but think she half expected
there would be- for caught Il glimpse
of her watching me behind the cur
tains in the parlor as | walked past.
The second day there were no cards,
and again | saw her at the window.
From the little glimpse | caught I
thought she had been crying. The third
day there was single card. and before
/ thought | turned 1t over and looked
at it. Then | wished | hadn't. The
card was photograph of Oscar look
ing lovingly at some pretty girl who
in turn was looking lovingly at him.
The girl, l surmised, belonged In the
city where he was working, SO | was
mistaken in thinking it was such a
wild place.
In the first place. had no business
to look at another persons mail. In
the second place, it got me all tangled
up worse than ever in the affairs of
that couple. After seeing the card l
had the hardest kind of time bracing
myself up to deliver it to the girl
When l rang the Minor doorbell the
girl fairly pulled it Off the hinges, she
was so eager to get it open.
"Oh," she cried, you've got some
postcards for mer'
"Fve got one, MISS" / said hesitat-
ingly.
LET me have itr' she cried and
grabbed 1t from my hand.
She looked at 1t. and then saw her
white figure quiver. Then she straight
ened up, and without a word she went
into the house and closed the door be-
hind her.
tell you | felt pretty bad about 1t.
Not being married myself. had got
into feeling a sort of sense Of owner