St. Tammany farmer. [volume] (Covington, La.) 1874-current, 1911-03-04
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A Very Demure Young Lady
By LAWRENCE. ALFRED CLAY
Copyright. 1911. by Associated Literary Pres


her that it was the denure youns
| lady to have an eye on, but the can.
ton would have done no good. That
same evening a letter was mailed to
somebody up the state which con-
| tanned the following sentence:
Come at once and hire to him as
| a chauffeur. You know how to run
an auto. Well plan the rest after
you get here"
| Miss Demure was planning a lit
tie scheme. 1t was yes, mamma"
| to everything. and mamma thought a
girl twenty years old.
! Mr.. Henderson called. Yes, he was
short and fat and pudgy. He wore a
wig and looked his age, no matter
what it was. No, he was not an edu-
Gated man. He was just millionaire,
with loving heart, and when he
made this announcement he laid his
hand on his right side, as If his heart
had moved over. He had hired
chauffeur that day, and could invite
mother and daughter to go out 1or
spin with him on the next. Inc
chauffeur was fine-looking and would
be man to do credit to him. After
his call had lasted an hour, and the
brewer who didn't rinse his own bot
ties had rendered himself as agree
able as he could, he bowed himself
out, and the mother turned TO tne
| daughter with:
| "Estelle, isn't he just splendid?
He is. mamma" was the reply.
Can you find anything to crlti-
cise?"
| Not thing, mamma"
Then let me give you a motherly
| kiss"
And Just one hour after that moth
erly kiss had been implanted on her
demure cheek Miss Estelle was walk
ing and talking with the brewers
chauffeur in the reading room OF the
town library! They talked about
| something that both smiled and gig
gled over, and the deceitful young
lady almost whistled the air OF a
topical song as she made her way
homeward.
The spin" was taken next after
noon. Truly, it was a fine auto, and
truly it was a distinguished looking
chauffeur. The ladies occupied the
tonneau and the brewer sat beside
the driver that he might show off his
fat back and red neck. Ten-twenty
thirty miles an hour, and then a
stop! The auto had gone dead. That
was the way with all new autos, the
chauffeur said The bobcrank got foul
of the Jim crow, or some such thing,
and the matter was easily remed1ed.
All four persons got out. Mrs.
Kent and Mr.. Henderson sauntered
up the road a bit, and Miss Estelle,
the demure, sauntered down, while
the chauffeur crawled under the ma
chine to beg of the bobcrank to be-
have ITSELF
"Ah, but she's a sweet grill" whis-
pered the brewer in the ear of the
widow
She surely is"
Il quite fiatter myself that she has
taken liking to me at first sight
1T surely looks that way"
"You are my friend. Have you
spoken to herr"
Most certainly"
MANY, many thanks. In case she
makes me the happiest man on
earth"
Both happened to glance down the
road at this instant, and both saw
that the auto had disappeared. They
ran to the first turn in the highway
no auto!
"Oh, what can have happened!"
exclaimed the widow.
Il know know" shouted the
brewer. They have eloped. Nothing
allied that bobcrank. It was a put
up job. He is her lover!"
"Oh, no, no, no! 1t can't be-"
But l say it is! The demure lit
tie cat has made a fool of me!
see it ALL see it all! By thunder
Sir! Don't you swear in my pres
ence!" warned the widow
Yes, she's cat, and I believe you
are either a scheming woman Or
or"
You fat, bald-headed vulgarian,
how dare you!"
1t was three miles back to farm
house where the widow could hire a
conveyance to take her home
That night at ten o'clock, when the
demure Estelle brought her new
made husband back and introduced
him, the widow almost Rugged him
as she exclaimed:
I'm glad of it! That key washer
of brewer called me dodo and my
darling "a cat!"