Union County courier. [volume] (Elk Point, Union County, D.T. [S.D.]) 187?-1913, 1911-06-01
The Man She
Hated

speaking to the daughter the ofdcial
said:
Beg pardon, madam, but you have
this gentleman's seat"
ut can't be. Here is my coupon"
But he has one also. There has
been some mistake at the box Of
fee"
Which shall not inoommode the
ladies'" added the gentleman as he
turned away.
Two weeks later Miss Carrie took
the train for a suburban town to visit
a girl friend. She reached the depot
with a few minutes to spare and sat
down in the waiting room. In a way
she realized that she sat down be-
side a man, the room being crowded,
but she paid no sort of attention to
him. When the man with the mega
phone called out her train she rose in
haste to go to the gates.
BEG pardon" said a voice at her
elbow, but think this belongs to
you"
he held out the shopping bag she had
left on the seat in her haste.
Thank you," was her curt answer.
And this" he said, holding out her
silver purse, which had been care
lessly laid down.
This time she only nodded, and he
saw a fash Of vexation in her eyes.
Miss Carrie Thornton and her
young lady friend, at the latter's
home, had revived the ancient game
of croquet and were playing it on the
lawn which ran down to the highway.
In making a vigorous strike at ball
Miss Carries opponent lost her hold
on the mallet and Miss Carrie was
knocked senseless.
There was weeping and wailing
and wringing of hands when an auto
made its appearance and came to a
stop. The gentleman sitting beside
the chauffeur saw that an accideIfN
had happened, and he came to the
rescue. Miss Carrie was lifted up in
his strong arms and carried into the
house and was found to be more
frightened than hurt. She might have
headache for two or three days and
then be all right She opened her
eyes just as the gentleman bowed
himself Out.
That man again! That mani" was
her tragic exclamation.
How did he come here? What
right has he to say that I'm not hurt
much? Oh, hate him-hate him!"
Why. dear" said her friend, that
is Professor Bannister, of our univer-
sity."
Il don't care If he's the professor
Of peanut shucks. He knows 1 don't
like him, and it was a piece of i'm
pudence his coming along here"
After a week, and after her con-
valescence was complete, her girl
friend was sent uptown for certain
paints and patterns. They had
planned to decorate the ceiling of the
dining room. With THAR down and an
old dress on and towel tied around
her for an apron, Miss Carrie decided
to make a commencement during her
chum's absence. The cook brought in
the stepladder and stood by to hold
1t, and the artist began work. She
had become very much interested
when a voice from the floor beneath
reached her ears:
Il beg pardon, but you did not hear
my ring? / left a book here the
other day, / think"
That man again! That Professor
Bannister! And he was smiling and
bowing And Miss Carrie Thornton,
who hated him, was not only a scare
crow in appearance, but was perched
on a stepladder like a goose roosting
on a fence. She blushed She STAN
mered. She tried to say something.
and then she tried to get down OF
course she fell, but she was not killed
outright. But her feelings were hurt
as he stepped forward and caught her
in his arms and stood her on her feet
and departed with that patronizing
smile on his face.
When the ceiling had been finished
and admired 1t was long jaunt in
the runabout Things went we'll for a
lOUk 10 uCA Gil Oiu COW
brought change. She figured that
she could cross the road and bite at
a bunch of grass and get back again
before the machine got along. She
was two seconds out Of the correct
calculation, as the profession Of
mathematics later informed her.
Down went the cow, and over went
the runabout, and of course the young
ladies screamed for the police and all
other departments within or outside
of hearing.
And 1t was that man--that Profess
sor Bannister--that impudent intru-
der-who came driving up in his auto
to extend aid and sympathy and say:
THE machine is so badly broken
that / will have to take you home I'm
my auto"
Ell win walk!" sobbed Miss Carrie.
But I won't, for I can't with this
sprained ankle" protested the other.
There will be no walking" quietly
announced the professor, and there