The Hope pioneer. [volume] (Hope, N.D.) 1882-1964, 1910-05-05
MakinglHim
Feel at E1ome

the girl with the imitation Irish lace
collar, as she Strengthened the bolts of
ribbon on her counter.
1T must "a been funny! What,was
it," said the girl who was marking'the
price tags.
II just shrek whenever 1 think Of;
it," pursued the girl who was straight
ening the ribbons. Film calling me
up like that when / hadn't seen him
in such a 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!"
We'll, he hasn't got the salary If he
has the style!" said the young woman
who was Strengthening the ribbons.
mot that money makes a particle Of
difference to me, but there's much
more to MI. Sykes than you'd think.
And any n who makes fun of his
nose doesn't know what she's talking
about, and" 4ss
Il amt got no grudge against MI.
Sykes .nose," said the girl who was
marking tags. HE can have any kind
Of a nose he wants and welcome.
What'd he do?"
"Oh, Mr.. Sykes didn't do anything"
said the girl who was arranging rib
bons. "You see, he generally m
owe on Wednesday evening, so when
somebody called me on the phone I
s'posed 1t was Mr.. Sykes.
"'Hello!' he said. Going to be
home this evening? All right, I'll be
over
II had on my blue dress and I got
out the chatting dish and the stuff to
to make fudge. You wouldn't believe
how fond of chocolate fudge Mr.. Syken
is! He likes it with nuts in it, and
$50 does everybody else" said thu
other girl, r%uthlessly. HE amt SO
different from the rest of the world
when you come right down to it. even
though you may think sol"
well, anyhow" pursued the girl
with the ribbons, when I heard the
bell ring I 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
,d~ignantly said the young woman at
the ribbon counter. "Just as I made
the turn in the stairs I ran right into
him. And who do you suppose it was?
It was Art!"
WELL" said the other girl, pausing
in the operation Of marking tags,
"what'd you do?"
IF you could a. seen his facet" gig
gled the girl at the ribbons. Sort o.
bewildered and scared and uncertain!
There vas I rushing down the stairs
In my eagerness to meet him, as he
supposed, and l guess he thought at
first I'd been just sitting at home all
these months waiting to hear him ring
the door bell! Why, l just hung hold
of the newell post and burst out laugh
ing, and after l started couldn't
stop! 1 simply shrieked! I 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" gfggled the
girl at the ribbon counter. And of
course 1 couldn't tell him that I 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 I did expect him.
but her he'd get doubtful again.
"Lizzie,' says he, finally, after fig
uring it all out, L bet you thought l
was someone else!'
"'Why, Art!' I cried, just as MOURN
full as l could, didn't you telephone
you were coming?' And then I got to
laughing again.
Hes bright, Art is. But l forgot
to say who l was,' he insisted.
"Then I told him that I'd know his
voice among a thousand and he told
me I was just as much Of a jollier as
ever, and most of the fudge boiled
over, and it was just like old times.
Art got real cheerful until I took some