The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1912-04-02
Hurting
Her Feelings

i've made a new resolution" said
the bookkeeper, bitterly, as he added
a column of figures for the sixth time
and prepared to add 1t q seventh
time, all unconsciously. II have re-
solved never to feel sorry for any
contrition and such things are good
in theory. but they don't get you any
thing!"
you may imagine that you're weep-
ing on my shoulder" said the littl'
stenographer, comfortably go o.
and tell me about IT,"
1T was last Sunday" began the
bookkeeper. slamming the ledger shu
and tearing with vicious force his
trial balance sheet my sister ha
invited young woman friend OF here
from the country to her house for tn
week end and she asked me to hell
her out. OF course, could tell from
The way my sister talked that this
friend of hers was no prize article.
and as Sunday comes only once
week hated like fury to give 1t UP
70 charity. But / DID"
How charitable!" murmured the
little stenographer.
The bookkeeper went on: "Well. II
| developed that this country person
not only was not good to look at, but
her feelings were as sensitive as--as
all get out! We started right in Sat
urday night, she and I. falling out and
making up again. Honestly, ! didn't
oren my mouth but that had to tel
her the next minute that / was sorry
You can imagine that l learned to
keep pretty num-
"My sister and her visitor kept on
talking, though, and then we played
cards for while. and, aside from our
losing every game-for our country
guest was my partner, of course, and
my sister played with my kid broth
Grand my having to bear the brunt
Of every wrong play and to insist that
! hadn't meant to offend her and that
| | never dreamed of intimating that
she didn't know the game-though
she hardly knew jack from queen
the evening passed Off pretty well
"She looked at me very coyly, how.
ever, when she said good night, and
she said that she hoped 7 wasn't OF.
Tended with her and that she knew
her feelings were easily hurt, and as
she never liked to go to bed wittout
every one being forgiven and forgiv
ing, she wanted to make sure tina,
we were good friends.
"Of course had to assure her
that everything was all right between
us. And. oh! the relief felt when
finally got my door closed and could
think Of eight good hours alone, with,
out a feeling to hurt and with not
pardon to beg!
We'll, in the morning we got read,
for church. We ate breakfast IL
fairly good temper and almost
reace. However, this visitor nearly
cried when leased her about sell.
ing ancient eggs to the city people
Der fathers a farmer-so | decided
that my jokes we're misplaced and
pretty bad, anyway. So adopted the
policy Of silence.
Il didn't say word to her all the
way to church. My sister walked
back of us with the rest Of the fam.
ily. 80 the visitor and | had the ad,
vance guard all to ourselves.
II was worried. too on account OF
well. you know, Miss Bruce some.
times
"Oh. we'll anyway. the visitor and
were getting on famously. as
thought, when I suddenly heard H.
tie sob. ~
There was, on Sunday morning
bound for church and passing every
one knew and in danger of running
into Miss Bruce at any minute-and
with sobbing young woman on my
hands! should have cut and rur-
but was sorry for her, I'm sorry
for all weak-miDded people. women
especially.
81 had to break my resolution
about talking to her. so I asked.
What's the matter?' as sootbirgly ss
I could.
my question must have been more
soothing than had intended, for she
grabbed me by the arm and she'd
| nave idiicH ihtO my oIulS IL Tdun
held her.
"'Oh! she exclaimed You're an
cry with me! How can 20 to church
with some one angry with me-
And there, right out loud, as II
had been accusing her of all sorts of
things, she begged me to forgive her!
Say, II was the limit! tried to
straighten her up and told her to
behave in public. and just az wos
doing my noblest and she was weep
ing her hardest and leaning all over
me along came Miss Bruce!" The
bookkeeper sigher disconsolately
What did you do. them" asked the
little stenographer. deeply interested
Nothing! Just gave that tear,
stained craven image shove and
told her to go to blaxes! Bat Miss
Bruce had gone past by that time!"
He jerked the ledger open and be-
gan adding up the column OF fgurer
for the eighth time.