The Hope pioneer. [volume] (Hope, N.D.) 1882-1964, 1911-01-12
An Editors Strategy
Continued from page 81

\1SAA HULL pdR0 o.
IS ditchwater and The telegraph
wires indicated a similar state Of
coincidence throughout the world,
"will you help me a moment,
please?"
Price dropped the pencil with
which he had been butchering the
effusion of one of the cubs, upset
the waste-basket and hurried to her
side. She had been part of the force
three months now, but at her light
est word Price still dropped some
thing or overturned something, or
both. The cubs snickered over the
habit-in secret. Miss Mcclure
never seemed to notice it.
"lhere were about twenty-five
parties last night" she said plain
lively. GIVE written L. Of them, and
every paragraph is alike. Can't you
suggest something a little different
from "A merry company Of young
people assembled last evening at the
home of Miss Clemen1ine DUMP
An inspiration that almost choked
him with its daring. seized Price.
"Here, let me show you," he said
hurriedly, and. dropped into the
chair she had vacated. "This is
Thursday, isn't it?" he asked, and
attacked the typewriter iercely. He
arose with a sigh that ended abrupt
ly "A a gulp. This is what she read:
"Miss Audrey Mcclure enter
tanned a select party at her home:
Thursday evening. All who were
expected came, despite the rain"
Notwithstanding her occurrences,
Miss Audrey was a young woman Of
quick perceptions. "That isn't quite
complete" she remarked, matter-of-
factly, and added to the item:
"Fudge and lemonade were served"
The "select party" came, despite
the rain, and thereafter continued to
come twice a week. Some evenings
he was preternaturally silent; others
prodigiously garrulous. he devoured.
large quantities of fudge, lemonade,
cake, chocolates-which he brought
himself-and popcorn. But he al
ways sat across the room from his
hostess; and when it was time to go
he found his hat in the dim hall by:
instinct and fled with a single "Good
night"
One evening, after he had been
coming two months, he stayed a half
hour beyond his limit. The CRATE
fire made the little parlor very coy,
and Audrey had been unusually en-
crossing. He glanced at his watch,
mumbled a panic-stricken excuse
and galloped out of the house like a
! fire engine answering a general
alarm.
Thereupon a strange thing hap.
pened in the Mcclure home. Miss
Audrey looked after him, the polite
smile with which we speed the part
ing guest still on her lips. When his
hurried footsteps had quite died
away, she kicked viciously a sofa
pillow which his departure had dis
placed, and burst into tears.
The next day the "Beauty, Health
and Etiquette department Of the
Telegram received a naive and puz-
cling communication. As usual, Miss
Mcclure called Price in counsel.
The note was in a round, school
girl hand. "Dear Miss DeVere," ii
began, Dorothy DeVere being the
name under which Audrey conducted
the department, "I am a young lady
almost eighteen. 1 nave a gentle
man friend who calls very frequent.
~. I esteem him very much.
have known him four months. Sew.
,eral times he has asked to kiss me
Shall I let HIM? Pansy."
Miss Mcclure looked up at Price
There was a hint Of laughter in he1
eyes.
There was no one else in the Of.
flee. Prices heart rose in his throa,
to suffocate him. He lunged for.
ward crushed her to him and kissed
her on the mouth. Then he STUN,
bled out, dazed with. delight. A
desk telephone was in his way; i
crashed to the floor, but he did no
stop to pick it up.
On the street a chill wind dashet
sleet in his face. He did not feel it
His pulses were pounding like .
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