The weekly Republican. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1911-1922, 1911-05-25
Ouer The Telephone.
By Ada r. Burdn-

We'll, Gypsy, what is 1t nowf An.
other new dress, some more spend
ing money, or what?"
Mr. Thurston as he said this
looked up from hts work at a dainty
little maiden who planted herself on
the broad arm of his chair.
Well might he call her Gypsy, for
she did indeed look much like a gyp-
sy queen. A fair, piQuant face framed
in mass of hair as dark as night,
eyes equally dark and flashing, and
fair olive skin family tinted with
pink.
mo, daddy, l don't want anything
particular just at present, but, of
course, if you have anything to give
| won't refuse; but to tell the truth
it was so quiet at the house that
just haL to find something to do. so
I thought l might come down and
tease you just little bit"
'Oh, that's your game, is it," her
father said, laughing. We'll, l don't
think you will get the chance, my
dear, as / am just going down to the
or are you going home AGAIN."
"Oh, DEAR" cried Gratia; Il don't
want to go back home"
We'll, all right, dear; you can
come with me then. Just touch the
bell, I'll have Jackson take care of
the Office until / come back. / ex-
pect Phil in any time" her father
said, pointing to bell on his desk.
'Oh, papa; please let me mind it;
please do, all alone, papa; I'd just
love to; will you?" questioned Ora
tia in one breath.
But the telephone might ring and
you wouldn't know what to do or
say her father demonstrated.
''I'll manage that all right, you
just leave that to me-" Gratia said,
shaking her pretty head wisely.
We'll, all right; but II you need
assistance. touch the bell on my desk
and that will bring one of the clerks.
Bye! Bye!"
Il don't know what I'm going to
do" she exclaimed with a sigh; I'm
sure | don't, and / am quite sure l
shall never like anybody else half as
we'll as him. II he would only ask me
oh. he Is such a stupid thing, and
won't say a word" and she sighed
again.
."Hello." said voice that brought
the rich color flying into her cheeks.
"Hello!" she answered, changing
her voice as best she could.
lis this 9S?" said the voice.
"9S" Gratia answered at q guess.
els that you. Phil?"
YES" answered Gratia, a mis-
chievous CLEAN In her eye; lis that
you, Bob?"
Eyes, are you alonef"
"All alone" acquiesced Gratia-
Then listen to me for a minute
and don't laugh at me. l want your
advice, old man, for I'm In deuced
tight Ak. Say-er-you know that
pretty little cousin Of yours. Gratia
-er I mean Miss Thurston?"
well. just guess" said Gratia.
trying hard to suppress the laughter
that would come.
well, do you know-do you
think-confound the luck, you know
what I mean, Phil-why can't you
| help a fellow out? Well-er-er
love her. yes, that's Just where I'm
at, heels over head In love with her,
and yet I'm afraid she'll laugh at me,
she has such a way Of laughing at a
fellow--well. and If she laughs. it's
all of with me. Now can you sug-
gest something?"
81 don't see what can do for you,
old man." Gratia answered. stopping
suddenly to wonder at her own bold
ness, and then going on. "of course
/ never stopped to ask her about her
| private affairs"
"Of course you didn't, and l
wouldn't want you to-" Bob idignant-
| ly cried out.
Now, don't get excited over
nothing, old chap" retorted the lis
tener, still greatly wondering at her
own cleverness. 81 guess after all she
doesn't exactly hate you. Suppose
! you bring her a bunch of roses to-
night-all red onesAand have a
white one In the center. happen to
know white roses are her favorites.
Ask her to choose one to wear in her
hair. and If she takes the white. then
ask her IL she knows the language
OF that flower and explain your own
case If she refuses you. whisper
some pretty nothings In her ear and
retire. from the field.
You're a wonder" exploded the
voscs Oh the other side of the phone.
'I'li take your advice and try 1t this
very evening. Many thanks. old man;
good-by."
"Gocd-bv." Gratia said softly. and