New-York tribune., 1908-01-19

Mr Guffy thinks the fellow looks Ike pin
head.
That's because he has no mustache."
Mr.. Guffy. who has a mustache, grunts IN
a pleased manner
He's not so bad" thinks Miss Toplofty as
she reaches in front of him repeatedly with her
white arm--in order to turn over the leaves OF
the calendar.
Mr.. GuTy begins to feel a melting sensation.
Miss Topofty''-
Yes, Mr. Guffy' (softly}.
"I want to tell you about funny experience
had coming up on the subway"
'Humph"' thinks the lady scornfully, and
composes herself to listen 10 q long tale about
a man with a wooden leg. While she gives
mods and lovely. intelligent glances she Is won
dering what she will try next. AS soon as there
is a lull she raises her arms to fix her back
hair. turning toward her visitor and giving him
baby stare while she inquiries, DO you like
my hair this way?'
Mr.. Guffy like the dove unable to look away
from the serpent, watches the fixing OF that
back hair and stamners:
"Y-y-yes Miss Toplofty.'
Still, Mr.. Guffy is on. He is not carried away.
A kind Providence has given the weakest Great
ure some means of protection. He seizes
moment when she is listening to some noise
that sounds like the intended descent OF little
brother Freddy to put the table between him
and her.
I'm glad I'm not man." thinks the lady,
while she says with sudden inspiration:
"Ohi Let's go into the dining room and make
some fudge'
He watches her while she undulates around
for the chafng dish and the chocolate and can't
help thinking how II would be to have such q
beautiful and exciting animal frsking about his
htchenette; only, instead OF making fudge. II
might be broiling chops Or But he puts the
dangerous thought away. She is looking at
him again. standing with her hands clasping
her waist. She has way OF doing that and OF
taking a deep breath that sort of pulls her out
OF her clothes
"I'd better stir the fudge" he says nervously.
When the sticky Joy is cooked she is occupied
for while in putting the sugary squares into
her pretty little jaws. He begins to feel bold
again.
This is great fudge" he says.
m-hum?"
Mildred Cavorter can't mako fudge like this"
he goes
Miss Toplofty appears to cock up her ears.
Last time I was there she made some Just
like chunks Of sandstone"
Aren't you mean Mr.. Guffy!"
"Am II" (chuckling with satisfactory.
"Awfully mean and cynical"
"Aw, come you don't mean it,
81 can't help it, MI Gury. All men arc so
hard hearted"
NO. they're not. Really, they're not' tearn-
estly).
TIN afraid so' with a little sigh
Miss Toplofty If you Knew
'"Yes?"
"If you knew-er-er'-
'Tf knew what, Mr.. Guffy?"
eff you knew how much better this fudge is
thar hers. you wouldn't say I was mean"
my! He's a poor talker." thinks Miss Top
lofty she wearily leads him back to the par
Ior.
do sing something for me-" she says floating
sumptuously on to the piano stool. Sing Love
Me and the World Is Mine"
Mr Guffy Is afraid he can't sing that, but he
can sing Gee Whtzz. I'm Glad I'm Free"
Silence. Mr.. Gufy thinks he had better be
going.
She rises sadly. well. good night Como
again, won't you?"
Suddenly. Whats wrong with that lanpr"
She leans over the table and looks anxiously
down the chimney. Mr. Gufy says to allow
him, and goes to the rescue. She protests Cnto
the chimney and the lamp goes out. With q
little scream she clutches his coat sleeve "Ohl
Mr.. Guffy. where are you? What shall / dof'
He proposes that they light the lamp again.
But there is no more oT hysterically.
Then they can light the gas.
81 think papah has used all the matches"
Mr.. Guffy has a match.
He lights the gas, and finds Miss Toplofty
looking at him reproachfuiy.
He thinks he will go now.
well. goodby," she says. reaching him both
her hands
He takes them gingerly. trying not to let her
get the real, warm, clinging hold on him.
She hangs a minute bends her head back
and looks him squarely in this eYeA
. Ha - xeally scared aoM W NJ