The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1910-05-26

rode on the traction company's re-
pair wagon, was going to give her
poodle as soon as his brother got the
hauling contract in the Ninth. And
the man who always ate spareribs and
spinach and said he was a stock
broker asked her to go to "Parsifa"
with him.
Il don't know where this place is"
said Aileen while talking it over with
Tidy, but the wedding rings got to
be on before l put a stitch into a
travelling dress. Amt that right? Well,
! guessr'
But. Tidy.
In steaming, chattering, cabbage
scented Bogle's there was almost a
heart tragedy. Tidy. with the blunt
nose, the hay colored hair, the free
kled skin. the bag O meal figure, had
never had an admirer. Not a man
followed her with his eyes when she
went to and fro in the restaurant
save now and then when men glared
with the beast hunger for food. None
of them bantered her gayly to coquet-
fish interchanges of wit. None of
them loudly jollied her of morn
ings as they did Aileen, accusing her,
when the eggs were slow in coming,
of late hours in the company of ell
We'd SWANS. No one had ever given
her a turquoise ring or invited her
upon a voyage to mysterious, distant
"ParSifal."
Tidy was good waitress, and the
men tolerated her. They who sat at
her tables spoke to her briefly with
quotations from the bill of fare and
then raised their voices in honeyed
and otherwise favored accents elo-
Quently addressed to the fair Aileen.
They Writhed in their chairs to gaze
around and over the impeding form of
Tidy, that Ailecn's pulchritude might
season and make ambrosia of their
bacon and eggs.
And Tidy was content to be the IN
wooed drudge if Aileen could receive
the nattery and the homage The
blunt nose was loyal to the short Gre
clan. She was Aileen's friend, and
she was glad to see her rule hearts
and wcan the attention of men from
smoking potpie and lemon meringue
But deep below our freckles and hay
colored hair the unhandsomest of us
dream of a prince or Il princess. not
vicarious. but coming to us alone.
There was morning when Aileen
tripped in to work with a slightly
bruised eye. and Tildy's soIicitude was
almost enough to heal any optic.
"Fresh guy" explained Aieen. last
night as | was going home at Twenty
third and Sixth, sashayed up, 50 he
did. and made break | turned him
down cold. and lie made a sneak. but
followed me down to Eighteenth and
tried his hot air again. Gee, but |
slapped him good one side OF the
face Then he give me that eye.
Does it look real awful. Til? | should
hate that Mr.. Nicholson should see it
when he comes in for his tea and
toast at 10"
Tidy listened to the adventure with
breathlesS admiration. No man had
ever tried to follow her. She was
safe abroad at any hour Of the TWEEN
ty-four What bliss it must have been
TO have had man follow one and
black ones eye for love.
Among the customers at Bogle's was
a young man named Seeders, who
worked in a laundry office Mr. Seed
ers was thin and had light hair and
appeared to have been recently rough
dried and starched. He was too diff
dent to aspire to Aileen's notice. so
he usually sat at one of Tildy's tables,
where he devoted himself to silence
and boiled weakfish
One day when Mr.. Seeders came in
to dinner he had been drinking beer.
There were only two or three custom
ers i'll the restaurant. When Mr., Seed
ers had finished his weakish he got