The Lamar register. [volume] (Lamar, Colo.) 1889-1952, 1912-12-18

the price OF a pair OF shoes. and bar.
gain hat-if the landlady wasn't too
pressing-I should, like Bridget
O'Rorke. give notice. Meantime. how.
ever. things assumed a more exciting
aspect. One afternoon the door opened
red roses entered, moving toward me
across the room. On looking closely
saw my romantic employer was act
ing as the motive power. almost com.
plerely concealed by the masses OF
bloom. My lap, my typewriter. the
chair and good part OF the floor. all
were inundated by the tidal wave OF
roses, and in the middle distance stood
the gallant gentleman. somewhat un.
steadily, his face q perfect match for
the flowers. and pride and triumph
beaming from his eyes.
"'Thash only the beginning" he an.
nounced. with . deprecating glance at
the tidal wave. I can shpen money
like Alike IA drunken shailor.
m'dear. Got sh-sh-shix thous'd dol
larsh over there in that shafe. You
en- have 1t. You can have anything
Jack Wayburn's got! Come over here
to thish window. There! Look out
winder. shee church over therei
Thash Trinity church. Sure's my
names Jack Wayburn. I'm going to
take you over to that church an we'll
do the thing up proper. Nobody'u
have anything on ush. All n. II
you won't come today. you'll come t:
morrer"
Il was SO scared that don't know
how I ever got home. but l did and
had to send him a note the next day
fee any more. But. oh. had to 60
without the shoes after all. And the
hat. And the landlady began to get
sarcastic. But l soon got this Job.
and I'll hold onto It until it's time
for me to 60 into tho Old Ladies'
Home"
The Audience Of One took down the
red ink pen from behind its ear,
reached for the ledger and sighed.
"You poor little girls do have kind OF
q hard road to travel sometimes. don't
you? But what did you SEQ in the
window Just now?"
"Oh. that's the funny part Just
casually glanced over at those win
dows. wondering II the Dashing De
tective still had his ofIices there, when
what do you suppose! There he was
in the window. with a scared-lookins
girl by the wrist. He was pointing
over at the spire OF Trinity. The clock
said three. Just the time he always
got sentimental. knew exactly what
no was saying. I could almost smell
the roses. Really, didn't know wheth.
or to laugh or to dash madly into the
I building and rescue tho scared-lookfne
girl from gallant Jack Wayburn
whose word was as good as his bond!"
A DENloHrEp FoREIoNER.
Edward Coles Rowland. the widely
known Washington journalist and sta
tistician Of the civic federation, who
died In New York recently, used to
| tell this as "one on him."
A delegation of Mexican editors,
with their wives, daughters and sweet
hearts. was visiting Washington. How
land, one Of a committee Of newspa-
per men who were showing the visf
tors around rode in q carriage with .
charming editorial daughter whom.
FOR long time, he dare not address,
supposing she was as ignorant OF our
language as he was Of hers. Coming
along toward the capitol. though, no
determined to give his cheek ana
nerve q chance anyhow, and pointing
to the noble pile he said:
! Ell capitole. Very fine. Magninco.
To which the charming signora In
stantly replied:
Bet your life It isi"-Browning's