The Daily Ardmoreite. [volume] (Ardmore, Okla.) 1893-current, 1912-08-09
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Difficulties
This is something like It," said

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fierce last winter, never to get word
with you without lot OF old women
butting In with, Excuse, me, but am
looking for my crochet work! Lovely
evening. isn't it, Mr.. Borgus? or
glaring at us for being there at all!
Or having callers Of their own! Nice,
chatty conversations We could carry
on that way, couldn't We? /"
"Oh" said voice behind them as
the screen door creaked, rs some one
out here? oh, it's you, Miss Clancy
and Mr.. Borgus, Of course, Ahem-
not that l meant anything, at all!
suppose I've interrupted your conver-
sation. but 1t was SO hot in there-I
can go right in"
Don't think OF It. Mrs. Miner" said
Miss Clancy, airily, rising. you can
have the steps and welcome We are
Just going for a walk anyhow. Come
on, JIMMY"
Wouldn't that frost you!" exclaimed
young Borgus after they had proceed
ed safe distance. Just wanted to
find out what we were talking about!
Catch her sitting out there by her
self! We'll circle the block and see!"
When they got near enough again
to see the steps young Borgus gave
low gurgle of triumph. The steps
were empty.
"Come on" he said. Lets go get
some ice cream. Just as sure as we
go back there somebody else'll come
out!"
In sympathetic sort of disgust
they sought the brilliantly lighted
candy store on the corner and found
vacant table.
"Strawb'ree for me-" said Miss
Clancy. 81 just wonder, Jimmy, that
you haven't got tired before this and
qut me. It's fierce. going to see
girl that hasn't parlor Of her own to
entertain company in! We've sure
been chased around enough by them
other boarders,"
We'll. were's away from 'em right
now" said young Borgus. Lets make
the most OF It. /"
why, the idea." broke in a high
pitched voice at the next table. "lf
1t isn't Miss Clancy! Oh-how do
you do Mr.. Borgus!" There was an
arch infection to the greeting that
was intended to carry the idea that
the speaker appreciated the sentimen.
tai situation.
"How-do. Miss Binks?" said Miss
Clancy stonily.
Miss Binks was forty, dressed like
twenty and fondly thought she looked
like sixteen. She made eyes at young
Borgus, who turned purple. Then she
arose with her plate of ice cream and
futtered into the vacant chair at their
table. Its 30 lonesome by myself"
she purred alphabetically. 81 was 30
thirsty / just had to come out after
something cold, but I shrink from 60
ing out In the evening unescorted. It's
more sociable this way, don't you
Think"
"Oh. my, yes!" agreed Miss Clancy
with sarcasm that was totally lost.
Sorry we're Just through. We've got
an engagement to meet some friends!"
Let me slip back and stick some
cold poison in her Ice cream" growled
young Borgus throatily after they had
escaped. "She's the limit! Another
second and she'd have asked to go
walking with US! Let's go down to
the little park. It's only few blocks
away"
He tucked Miss Clancy's hand In the
crook of his arm and they walked on
with regalned cheerfulness. 1t was
not so bad to be out in the dusk with
the faint echoes Of a street piano in
the air and automobiles whirring by.
Presently their feet crunched the grav-
ell of the walk that ran around the 1T
lie park and they strolled on till they
found bench that was unoccupied.
A lilac bush in bloom waved above
them.
"Gee!" breathed young Borgus with
vast exhaling Of breath signifying
peace OF mind at last.
He laid one hand over Miss Clancy's
anu out uiu HOL lCpiONc hiiu' L iVS
emily he turned his head toward her,
but the words on his lips died In thin
air. A ponderous footed person en-
quilted in alcoholic aura swayed to-
ward their bench and dropped mas
sively on the other end and leered at
them. "Bu'ful night?" he asked, ap
pealingly.
Young Borgus and Miss Clancy did
not speak till they were a block away.
Then they halted and young Borgus
spoke. See here" he said. in the
desperate tones OF a man at bay, II
wasn't going to say anything till got
q boost In my pay. but I'm likely to
blow up and remove few people from
the landscape II this goes on much
longer, II you can scrape along for
while on what I'm getting I'll speak
for a fat tomorrow! Our own parlor
think OF It. And our own porch!
VIII you?"
Miss Clancy wept openly. "Will II"