Hopkinsville Kentuckian. [volume] (Hopkinsville, Ky.) 1889-1918, 1911-01-05
Waiting for
George

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and that you would be pleased II he
would go with you. George will be
delighted. know"
Perhaps So" responded Marjorie,
hut I dislike calling up any man.
His mother, sisters, brothers, aunts,
uncles, brothers-in-law and the
stranger within his gates always know
All about IT, The only men don't OBJ
feet to calling up are orphans Still,
this time will accept your motherly
advice; so here is where I drop my
nickel"
She left the room A few minutes
later she returned. saying: HE knew
my voice Immediately, so didn't have
to tell my name. Now. Mrs. Know-it-
all on our line can't talk about me to
morrow He said: OF course, III go,
but may be trihe late"
AS the clock struck eight that eve
ming Marjorie remarked to her mar
Yied sister: Don't you think George
Is rather late? He's always so pune
tual"
Hell be here presently" answered
the married sister. May be he cut
himself shaving and he can't find a
piece Of court plaster"
He never shaves himself" respond.
ed Marjorie.
We'll, maybe the barber shop was
20 crowded he could not get a chair.
know what time Billy has getting
shaved" said the married sister.
After a long silence Marjorie said
The concert began at eight. It's $3.50
now. Where in the world is that
mani"
Phone him again and discover the
cause of this DELAY" suggested the
married sister. Maybe a long-lost
brother arrived Unexpectedly from
Timbuctoo."
He hasn't any long lost brother"
objected Marjorie. He knows the
exact position of every member Of his
family"
At $3.50 Marjorie Jumped up, ex-
claiming: I'm going 20 put on my
$1,000 silk kimono and read the last
book Harold sent me, eat the candy
that came from Arthur today and for
get there ever was such a person as
George or SO impossible a thing as a
Tuesday-night concert"
I'm dreadfully sorry dear" said
the married sister. II don't think
understand It, George would never
break an engagement except for some
thing overwhelmingly important He's
not that kind. Maybe his house is on
ire and he is saving the family heir
looms"
Mildred Morton Morse" exclaimed
Marjorie, Il beg Of you not TO maybe
me any more. With that wonderful
imagination of yours Peter Pan him
self is put to shame. How did that
matter-of-fact husband of yours ever
win you? And you and he seem
crazy about each other, too This is |
8 peculiar world" added she. kiss |
your disappointed sister goodnight"
Listen" said the married sister. |
There's the door bell It's George. |
at last"
where have you been?" exclaimed |
the sisters, in chorus.
Speak now, or forever hold your |
peace" added Marjorie.
First let me get my breath" gasped |
the offender. I'm exhausted. Mar |
joire, I'm horribly sorry that I've |
spoiled your evening. But we'll make |
up for 1t somehow. Listen to my story |
before you order me shot at sunrise.
When you called me up, Marjorie, |
you remember, you asked: DO you |
know who this is?' AS you are always !
so stingy about calling up a fellow, |
never dreamed it could be you. Well, |
anyway, | thought II was Dorothy. |
Honest, | did.
There being a breakdown on the
car track this evening"" George con-
hnued, 1T took me Just one hour to
arrive at the wrong girls house. Her
father answered the door bell. Before
I could explain that didn't come to
stay, he grabbed my hat, coat and
gloves. thrust a cigar into my hand, |
pushed me into an armchair and told |
me to watch a champion bridge game
between three old cronies and him |
self.
"Then I-managec to say: I'm wait
ing for Dorothy
"'You'n have long wait, my boy
replied her father. Dorothy Is In
Lake Forest. She's been there for a
week-some bridal doing. / think.
"'But she telephoned~ 10, me to take
her TO a concert tonight 1said.
"Tt must have been some other
girl he laughed. The Joke is on
you
with that he and his friends shout
cd with laughter believe they are
laughing yet"
You poor boy" said Marjorie's sis
ter
Marjorie remained silent.
II grabbed my hat. coat, gloves and
cane" George proceeded. "and rushed
10 the nearest drug store. A suspi-
cion as TO the real owner Of the voice
that called me up today had dawned