Audubon County journal. (Exira, Iowa) 1884-1993, 1910-04-21
Making Him
Feel at Home

ut was perfectly dreadful" said
the girl with the imitation Irish lace
collar, as she Strengthened the bolts Of
| ribbon on her counter.
ut must "a been funny! What was
to" said the girl who was marking the
price tags.
Il just shrek whenever l think of
it," pursued the girl who was straight
sning the ribbons. "Him calling me
up like that when 1 hadn't seen him
in such time! You see, I've been
keeping steady company now with Mr..
Sykes for several weeks, so Art and
me haven't seen much of each other"
II think Art is better looking than
James Sykes" interrupted the girl
who was marking tags. "He has more
style!"
WELL he hasn't got the salary If he
has the style!" said the young woman
who was Strengthening the ribbons.
Not that money makes particle Of
difference to me, but there's much
more to Mr.. Sykes than you'd think.
And any one who makes fun OF his
nose doesn't know what she's talking
about, and"
II amt got no grudge against Mr.
Sykes nose," said the girl who was
marking tags. HE can have any kind
of nose he wants and welcome.
What'd he do?"
ooh, Mr. Sykes didn't do anything"
said the girl who was arranging rib
bons. 'You see, he generally comes
over on Wednesday evening, so when
somebody called me on the phone l
s'posed it was Mr.. Sykes.
Hello!' he said. Going to be
home this evening? All right, I'll be
over
II had on my blue dsess and got
out the chatting dish and the stuff to
to make fudge. You wouldn't believe
how fond of chocolate fudge Mr.. Sykes
is. He likes it with nuts in it, and"
$50 does everybody else," said the
other girl, ruthlessly. HE amt so
different from the rest of the world
when you come right down to it. even
though you may think sol"
We'll, anyhow" pursued the girl
with the ribbons, when 1 heard the
bell ring ran out part way down the
stairs to meet him. He sort of likes
to have me act as though he was well
come, you know"
HUH" said the other girl "Why
don't you have it woven on a door
mat?"
Maybe you think you're funny!" in
Gignantly said the young woman at
the ribbon counter. Just as ! made
the turn in the stairs l ran right into
him. And who do you suppose it was?
1t was Art!"
WELL" said the other girl, pausing
in the operation of marking tags.
"What'd you do?"
eff you could "a seen his facet" gig
gled the girl at the ribbons. Sort O.
bewildered and scared and uncertain!
There was l rushing down the stairs
in my eagerness to meet him, as he
supposed, and guess he thought at
first I'd been just sitting at home all
these months waiting to hear him ring
the door bell! Why, just hung hold
of the newell post and burst out laugh
ing and after / started l couldn't
stop! simply shrieked! l wish you
could a. seen him!"
"What'd he do?" asked the other
girl.
"He got hold of my shoulder and
shook me and wanted to know what
| on earth was the matter" giggled the
| girl at the ribbon counter. "And of
course couldn't tell him that l wasn't
| expecting him. He kept asking what
was so funny, and whenever he did
I'd start to laughing again. When he
saw the things out for the fudge it
| sort of proved that / did expect him,
| but then he'd get doubtful again.
Lizzie says he, finally, after fig
uring it all out, I bet you thought
was someone else!
"'Why, Art!' l cried, just as mourn
full as l could, didn't you telephone
you were coming? And then / got to
laughing again.
He's bright, Art is. But l forgot
to say who l was he insisted.
"Then I told him that I'd know his
voice among thousand and he told
me | was just as much of joller as
!! ever, ana most OIL Ine huge DOlloQ
over, and it was just like old times.
Art got real cheerful until took some
| of the fudge and put it away, because
wanted to save it for Mr.. Sykes.
told him | was saving it for father.
"sFather be blowed' Art said then
| Your father'd rather have some fine
cut any day than chocolate fudge!
You're stringing me, Lizzie-youve
got some one else up your sleeye!'
81 thought / might as well make
good job of it, SO | told him solemn
| like that there wasn't another man on
earth but himself, honest"
Did he believe your" inquired the
girl who was marking tags.
81 think he had his doubts" giggled
| the girl who had finished asserting the
| ribbons. But he is coming to see me
/ again tonight"
| HeraIdry.
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