The Huttig news., 1909-03-13
HER GENTLE
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 Ii Took Him a Long Time to Get Wi5s.


 hat and rising to his feet, Pm ready" She put her black caracul coat on one chair, her ermine boa on another her vanity bag on third and herself on fourth.
 Come" she said, "Pll let you but ton my gloves"
 And as John comes awkwardly for ward and starts on his appointed task, let us carefully consider this matter of buttoning a lady's gloves. Tn the first place, she was seated and John was bending over her, a danger ous position and most naturally to be relieved by kneeling on the floor at her feet or sitting on the arm of her chair. Then again, as everyone knows, it is not the easiest thing in the world to button a black button on a pair of black gloves at night, and John had to bend over further and further while she gave him tender little glances from time to time as though to en- courage him and to see that he was not growing discontetnted with his work. Further and further he bent over, and more and more tender grew her glances until at last he drew a full breath and said:
 'Therel"
 How nice you did it!" she whis, pered. T don't know how to thank youl"
 "Oh, that's all right" he said
 And turning to her impedimenta he added
 Shall I help you with your coat2' T wish you'd do something else for me first" she bashfully said. Do you mind, John?"
 What is it?" he asked first.
 T think-I don't know, but I think that one of the buttons on the back of my waist has come undone. Do you mind, John?"
 And as she turns around and re signs herself to him with a pretty lit tie air of helplessness, let us give a modicum of thought to this somewhat intricate subject as well. In the first place, every time he nearly had the button where he wanted it, she drew
  had to start all over again. It was an exceptionally pretty waist; a gold and amethyst chain hung over the back of her shoulders; string of pearls en- circled her throat and ended in a lit tie clasp at the back; the riot of her back hair was partly confined by a knubbly tortoise shell ornament, and ri To around in an ecstaey whenever they had a chance Then, again, she kept turning around to see how he was pro gressing. and glancing at him over her shoulder, and turning back quickly when she caught his eye, and putting her head on one side and looking coy An, very very coy she looked, and especially so when he murmured:
 That's it."
 But her only response was to put her head little further on one side and to look cover than ever.
 Its buttoned," he said.
 "ree-hee!" she giggled "Tee-hee hee,
 Now you can help with my coat,"
 
 let us take thought together and re- fleet upon this phase of the question, too. Helping girl with her coat can be divided into three stanzas: holding. tucking in the sleeves, adjusting So in the first place, John held it, but it was in vain that she tried to find the sleeves and at last John had to take her hands and guide them into their places Next, she turned around pink and rosy, so that John could tuck in the sleeves of the waist Very pink was her face, and very rosy, and very close to Johns, but John only blinked his eyes and when it came to the third stanza he refused to sing at all and left her to adjust the coat herself. smoothing it over the shoulders and pressing it in at the waist as though she liked to do it herself and wouldn't let John do 1t, even if he went down on his knees and asked her with tears in his eyes.
 And now my boa" she smiled.
 He slung it around her neck in a sheepish manner but it seemed to her just posslble-just barely possible that his finger touched her clumsily under her chin; suspicion that was confirmed by the brick-red tints of John as he picked up his hat again.
 Now I'll turn the gas out,
 And own-down-down went the gas to the nearest point of light, where it remained for a good 30 sec onds and then suddenly turned up again.
 Oh there you are!'- she cried.
 Why. where did you think I was" asked John. from the doorway.
 Never you mind" she exclaimed, and down-down-down went the gas. only to flare up again after an inter- val
 T thought heard you tiptoeing over here,' she accused him.
 No, mo- said John. TT was right here al the time.'
 So for the third time she doused the glim and her expectancy was at last rewarded by the tumult of Johns shy approach. Yet. although his first tip. toeing step kicked hassock across