The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1908-08-19

met NY lOFS OE Oh A~ooN Inn NoA
l was lucky, once, for fair
1 was broke, fat broke, but another
chap
Had already paid her fare!
go
They had boarded the car at Gar
den street-two fluffy beTibboned
PenSacoIa misses, both pretty and
sweet from a well employed hour at
the dressing table
The passengers looked Oh approx
ingly, as passengers will where par
ticularly pretty girls are concerned
and two SpOTtiVe appearing drummers,
who were on their way to the down
town business districts, began taking
mental notes on the situation.
So did a grUff old bachelor who sat
just across the aisle.
Then the following enlightening con-
versation began:
Il declare, | washed my hair last
night, and l can't do a thing with it,"
You did? Well | washed mine yes
terday, too, and it strings around so
that l feel like a sight. Isn't it per-
fectly awful?'
Then the girl with the cherry rib
bons began an exhaustive description
CT how that particular feature of her
toilet had been accomplished.
Her friend followed with even a
more elaborate and detailed discourse
upon the way the process had per-
sOnally effected her
Each one had had some peculiar ex-
Derience during the operation. The
girl with the ribbons had actually used
just tiny dash of peroxide Anyhow"
she added confidentially, and in the
same shrill staccatO with which the
entire conversation had been carried
on, Il just can't do one earthly thing
with it today"
During the time which this highly
impressive and Strikingly intelligent
conversation had been under way,
some of the passengers had squirmed
others had thankfully reached their
respective destinations 81 while the drum
mers had been the first to make their
hurried exit.
The bachelor across the way had
eyed the two innocent conversation
alists wrathfully, and with blood in
his eye. Finally the postoffice corner
was reached
He arose stiffly. still gIaring at the
young women before him.
Then he fell over the tiny foot of
the pTettiest one, when he had proper
ly regained his balance, he remarked.
in a tone which spoke volumes in the
wrath that he felt:
Madame. I beg your pardon|
washed nv feet last night. and when
| wash my feet-I can't do a thing
with them"
The crowd Uttered
O-O-O
When Johnson had finally married,
he had still nursed a Pickering fame
Of a romance of bygone days-fur-
lively, jealousy, and in the manner of
a man who, sole guard over a treas
ure there had locked it away in his
heart of Eearts-free from the world
and its droSs.
All through the years which had
his married life he haC
held bliIdly, irTevocably to an Idol
he memory of one had represented to
him, clear cut from her eyes of
blue, an example. of ideali5tic
and he had worshipped,
silently at its shrine
As the years past, she had grown
beautiful and still more beautiful until
in the halo with which he had sur
her, she seemed an ethereal
being indeed-the goddess of dreams
and his better self.
They had parted. A few words
had passed, and, cut to the quick, he
had quilted her side forever.
She had married miserably through
pique, he has understood later; once
when she lay as she thought dying,
she had summoned him to her for the
death bed confession of a wretched
she had to give.
He had not gone-he had married
meantime himself. and. barring the
ashes of a lost and trampled hope he
was fairly happy.
When he did not answer the piteous
falling of the wrecked woman, whom,
n the light of the duty, which now
sternly confronted him he still loved.
God help him. she had mustered all
he fierce strength of her hopeless
despair and had gone away.
She had lost herself in the glamour
and sin of a citys whirl, and. in the
peaceful routine of his uneventful life.
he did not like to think of the conse-
IuenceS.
Finally he was called to the city
IN business for the firm which he
had so capably represented for years