The Morris County chronicle. [volume] (Morristown, N.J.) 1877-1915, 1910-01-18
! She WAS THE One GIRL
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am pretty sure that If she had loved
me it would have been different. She
would have given a rose-colored tint
to the universe.
Al four-room fiat with her would
have been equal to a palace of jasper
and whatever that is-and
brown stone. A canary in the front
bay window would have been equal
to grove of nightingales. Twenty
dollars down to an instalment house
would have given me all the luxuri-
GUS velvet piled rugs, pictures, statu-
airy, bric-a-brac, tapestries and hang
ings that needed. A half pound of
cold ham, a dimes worth of Saratoga
chips and bottle of milk in the ice
box on the porch would have been a
worthy equivalent of the larders, cell
lars and $4,000 chefs of the rich and
the great But now!
She strung me. She did it to the
queens taste. She made me think I
was all the table condiments and the
after lunch minis. She did this for
months. Then the little gong on the
top of the clock breaks loose, and I
wake up and rub my eyes.
1t wasn't me. Not at ALL I was
regarded in the light of very dear
friend who was willing to fall for
the price most any old evening.
Billy Chandler was the real bales of
costly merchandise. Billy!
Am sore? No, I'm not. I'm so
pulpy on her that can't even get
sore. wouldn't even undertake to
herd Billy into a vacant lot and muss
him up with the ashes, and I'm able
to do. it, at that I'm down and out,
that's all. Flowers are respectfully
declined and friends will please re-
frain from writing obituary verses.
There's just one thing left for me
to do, and that is to make good at the
office and lay my pipes for an even
break on the spoils of war and a
buzzer on my roll top desk for the
stenographer. Bachelor apartments
for me.
l haven't got it Strengthened out
yet. 1t doesn't seem right. Why. it
was whole plumbers stock that she
was built especially for me, For me.
Not for Billy Chandler; that will be
the worst misft on Clark street. Billy
doesn't know anything about her
eyes. They don't say the things to
him that they were always saying to
me. Any old kind of hair would suit
him just as we'll as another, and as
long as a girl could talk and laugh
at the funny little gags he thinks he's
getting of all the time what would
he care about her having just that
one particular kind of voice?
It was her eyes and her hair-just
hers her laugh and the way she
moved that got me razzle-dazzled
There's somewhere in the neighbor-
hood of 'steen billion girls floating
around loose, but there isn't anything
Just exactly. like her. That's what's
the trouble with me.
Well, I've got to buck up and bear
it, Guess I'll go around to the drug
store and get cigar and then stroll
down to the sad lake waves and think
some more large thoughts. A fellow
can't think with ragtime playing in
the room below Not the kind of
thinks I'm having.
Three days gone by. Pm still alive.
but didn't expect to do the frog act
anyway. It's going to simmer down
to dull ache after little. I'll have
a feeling like the parquet at five
thirty on matinee afternoon, accord
ing to the best authorities, and that
will stay with me for the rest of my
days.
! wonder what that is they're play
ing nowl It's a new one to me. Yes.
it's going to be one great goneness
for Willie. Some of these DAYS when
can bear the pain I'shall chase my
self around to where Mrs. Chandler
lives and see a golden-haired little
child skipping the rope on the pave
ment outside or tripping a measure
to the strains of the piano organ. She
will have her mothers eyes
shall say. Little one, tell mann
ma that an old friend would like to
see her" And she'll come down
looking as II she's just about all in
and with only a pathetic suggestion
OF her former beauty. After a while
she Will say: AMI you never mar
ried2''
Never once I hall say. "There
was only one womak in the world for
me- Then she'll Nush and
guess DO know what that is. too.
Lney seem 70 be w4poping it up down
there. ! wonder ifI'd he considarad
fresh If kicked Id? was ~ have
the privileges of tke par1or with the
other boarders, so Ehon,t see whv not
Those drugstore yigars are prettv
bum.
Wonder if that Hiss Kessick isn't
~ the bunch. ne isn't real horrid
to look at, anywN
1t doesn't cut shy ice with me. Of
course, but she tlrtainly is the real
Michigan specially, sun-ripened and
Just as good witty the red mosquito
bar OFF as with iQon. If / had only
met her about siHmonths ago there's
no telling. But I'm spoiled for any
thing else now. He dull ache has set
~, and unless Id thinking of some
thing else, it stayaright with me, Just
axe MISS Libby Ays.
Kessick. Funnj thing 1 never took
any particular nQce Of ner until last
week. I guess Unjust have been toll
erahly busy sinct came here she
certainly isn't Z Is the faetory-made