The Lamar register., 1912-06-05
Hurting
Her Feelings

solved never TO feel Sorry Ior my
thing I do or say! Repentance and
oontrition and such things are good
in theory. but they don't get you any
thing!" aAe
You may imagine that you're weep
ing m my shoulder" said the little
stenographer. comfortably. "0o On
and tell me about It"
TT was last Sunday" began the
bookkeeper. slamming the ledger shut
and tearing with vicious forcs biz
trial balance sheet NY sister had
invited a young woman friend Of hers
from the country to her house for the
week end and she asked me to help
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 I hated like fury to give It up
to charity. But l did"
How charitable!" murmured the
little stenographer.
The bookkeeper went on: well. It
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 l, falling out and
making up again. Honestly, didn't
open my mouth but that / had to tell
her the next minute that I was sorry.
You can imagine that ! learned to
keep pretty mum.
MY sister and her visitor kept on
talking. though. and then we played
cards for a 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
I hadn't meant to offend her and that
l never dreamed of intimating that
she didn't know the game-though
she hardly knew a Jack from a queen
the evening passed on pretty well.
"She looked at me very coyly. how
ever. when she said good night. and
she said that she hoped I wasn't Of
Tended with her and that she knew
she never liked to go to bed without
every one being forgiven and forgiv-
ing she wanted to make sure that
we were good rfiends.
'Of course. had to assure her
that everything was all right between
us And. oh! the relief I felt when
finally got my door closed and could
think of eight good hours alone. with
out feeling to hurt and with not a
PARDON TO beg!
Well. In the morning we got ready
for church We ate breakfast In
fairly good temper and almost at
reace However. this visitor nearly
cried when ] leased her about SELL
ing ancient eggs to the city people
her fathers q farmer-so I decided
that my jokes were misplaced and
rretty bad. anyway. So adopted the
policy OF silence.
II didn't say . word to her all the
way to church. My sister walked
back OF us with the rest OF the fam
lily. so the visitor and had the ad.
vance guard all to ourselves.
Il was worried. too. on account of
well, you know. Miss Bruce some
times
"oh. well. anyway. the visitor and I
were getting On famously. as
thought. when ! suddenly heard a lit
tie sob
There I 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 run
but | was sorfy for her. I'm sorry
for all weak-mfnded people. women
especially.
81 had to break my resolution
about talking to her. SO asked
What's the mattsrr as soothingly ss
could
My question must have been more
soothing than I had intended. for she
grabbed me By the arm and shed
have fallen into ny arms II ] hadn ;,
held her.
"Oh,' she exclaimed You're an
CRY with me! How can go to church
with some one angry with mer
And there, right out loud. as II
had been accusing her Of all sorts O
things. she begged me to forgive her
Say, It was the limit! tried I,
straighten her mp and I told her I,
behave in public. and Just as wa
doing my noblest and she was weeu
ing her hardest and leaning all owe
me along came Miss Bruce!" Tn
bookkeeper sighsr disconsolately