The Bamberg herald. [volume] (Bamberg, S.C.) 1891-1972, 1912-08-29
4 DEAR GIRL TO HIM.
Merchant Meets -Timid, Tender Little
Maid Who Vanishes With Money.


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ty little brunette, with face that
bespoke the innocence of flowers,
tripped with the dainty steps of a
fawn into the big furniture store of
John N. Schmidt here late in June.
Her sister-in-law was with her and it
semed to be the older woman's prin-
icpal duty in life to keep her young
relative from being carried away by
loving spring zephyrs, so frail and
beautiful was she.
All that was good and winning
and lovely in femininity looked up
shyly at the salesman, backed away
blushing, and then, in burst of cour-
age, approached the overwhelmed
man. Her voice was very weak, and
she stumbled vocally, and the sales
man experienced the greatest diff
Guilty in learning that she Wouldn t
mind buying some furniture.
With a suddenly attracted interest
in this little thing stood Schmidt, the
proprietor, at the back of the store.
Mr.. Schmidt is 62 and what he does
not know of life and it's secrets he
hates to hear about. He is the mod
est inventor of knowledge and if you
ask his bankers how much he has
On deposit they'll say, "Not under
100000"
She Was So Charming.
He leaped to the front Of the store.
He smiled at the innocent young
creature, planted himself in front of
the salesman and told him to take an
inventory of the stock.
The frail child made her selection.
Poising her pencil over his sale pad
just like a regular handsome actor.
Mr.. Schmidt coughed and asked:
"Aw, by the way, and where and
to whom shall 1 send these trif1es?''
"Oh, sir, she trilled,. my name is
Helen Roy"
And about two hours after he had
learned her address he was up there
himself asking if the furniture fitted
From that the conversation advanced
to subjects that did not comprehend
the existence of Mr.. Schmidt's wife.
He got her picture, and seven or
eight more. Each night he kissed
them and showed them in his bureau
under a frayed shirt that he knew
his wife would never move because
he hadn't worn it since Hector had
the rabies. He was wise young fel-
low. he was, and so remarking he
was wont to wink at the mirror.
Planned Delightful Vacation.
1t took a long, long time for
Schmidt to get around to where he
could ask the little dear to go out
with him. But that stage was reach
ed last Friday. In the morning said
Mr.. Schmidt to Mrs. Schmidt:
"Wife, l need a vacation. I'm all
run down. I.guess I'll take a. few
days off and go away"
He did. He went to Ocean City,
N. j., with the guileless one. The
waves breaking on the sand failed to
please, so Schmidt essayed trip to
Philadelphia. For dinner they went
into a restaurant on Chestnut street.
Its kind of warm here,' he muir
INJURED. would you pardon me if I
removed my coat?"
The meal was over and the check
came. Helen bundled her napkin
on the table, said she wanted to step
out for a minute and asked him to
wait for her.
The wait was long and dreary.
Mr.. Schmidt remarked to himself that
what he had long feared had hap
pened. Somebody had kidnapped the
beautiful dream girl.
He thought it devolved on him to
look for her. Since then he consid-
ers it duty, for when he put on
his coat, he says, a. wallet sheltering
$4,000 was beyond his range of Wis
ion or investigation.
And She Rubbed 1t In.
For many, many hours Mr.. Schmidt
was engaged in contemplation. He
knew how sympathetic the police
would be when he notified them. He
knew nobody would laugh; the world
condemns girls who trifle with aged
married men. He didn't want to be
hard on the poor little thing. He
didn't want to be so very hard on
her-until he found this quatrain in
his pocket:
The rose is red,
The violet's blue;
You see I've left
And you're left too.