The Washburn times. [volume] (Washburn, Wis.) 1896-1976, 1911-09-21
CHAPTER xI.-(continued.)
isn't it a lovely EVENING"

isn't it a lovely evenings! =
Then she began to sink gracefully
hpon the seat, when an even more
ominous ripping sound was heard
Carolyn abandoned her project with
due and proper suddenness, while
pigeon mopped his brow, and said, in
hustered tones that he tried to make
sound matter-of course:
ST thought earlier today that we
might have some rain"
He lifted his foot to rest it careless
Nv upon the bench, not caring to try
70 sit down any more, but with the
movement came terrific rip as though
something had torn loose forever.
He dropped his foot and tried to
whistle a popular air.
Carolyn looked the other Way and
became nervous.
ST can't do thing with my hair to
night" she observed, lifting her arms
to pat it into shape.
R-r-r-rip!
Her arms dropped to her sides, sol
dierwise
81 Think Pigeon said, desperately
that the evening is the most pleasant
time of the day"
He sat down, in spite of the ripping
that still sounded.
Won't you be seated?" he asked
politely.
Carolyn slowly, carefully allowed
herself to sit beside him, and to her
evident relief there was no further
sound of ripping.
Isn't it funny" Pigeon said, how
lonesome fellow gets at this time OF
the evening, If he is all alone?'
Now, don't get sentimental" Caro-
lyn said, tapping him playfully on
the shoulder.
simultaneously with her movement
there was a sudden, short rip. She
drew back in confusion.
"Is 1t wrong to get sentimental?
Pigeon asked, carelessly dropping his
arm along the back of the seat and
behind her, and at the same time
hearing another vicious rip. He pulled
his arm back as though his hand had
encountered pin.
Its silly to be sentimental" Caro-
Ign declared, without motion of any
sort. BY this time she was afraid
even to turn her eyes toward him.
I'm silly, am I?' Pigeon asked
sulkily
81 didn't say that" she answered.
You did"
II didn't"
Pigeon attempted to arise haughtily
but-r-r-r-r-rip!- he sat dowr
again.
II suppose" he said to her, pettish
ly, you think can't do anything?"
"You can't" she replied, pouting
for she was angry because of the rip
ping, and naturally wanted TO vent he
wrath on the nearest object, which IL
this instance happened to be the poo
youth you can't. Doing nothing i
the best thing you do"
Boarding school witt" Pigeon re
torted. "Oh, well, there are plent,
of other girls!"
And don't you forget, Mister vii
liap1s," she snapped, with a heavy &C
cent on the Mister" that there arr
plenty of other men!"
Then she arose, utterly ignoring {
terrific ripping noise, and strobe int
the house with the cold, heartless
tread of princess. But as she wen
up the steps, Pigeon, had he beer
watching, would have seen her clutch
ing nervously at her skirt, while the
ripping went merrily on.
Pigeon got up with an air of gloom
and grasped his belt in tight clutcl
and marched off, his steps bein:
timed by staccato rips, which he di'
not locate as coming from the room
wherein was Mrs. Blazes.
And in that room Mrs. Blazes wa
feverislily tearing and tying strips o
sheets, and towels, and table covers
together, all unconscious that in he
strenuous efforts to effect her escap
she was creating the first bump upol
the pathway of young loye-bu
then love, as Mr.. Shakespeare oh
served long long ago. never did rul
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