The Marshall republican., 1913-01-31

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~ they ate their noon sandwiches to
gether behind the hles. 1T nearly
drives . girl crazy trying to discour.
age EN-. I don't know whether they
are 20 stuck on themselves they can't
believe any human woman wouldn't
choke to death with Joy at being no
ticed by them or whether they are Just
ordinary stupid. Believe me. I know
after Mr. Bleweri"
Who's he?" asked the stenographer
from across the hall.
Hmm" inquired Miss Fattershall,
posing the remnants of her ham sand
witch daintily in the air. why Mr..
Blower IL the only one out Of cap
tivity, that's who he is-and he just
walled for handouts put on by me.
but I couldn't see II that way-not
with the prospect Of Jimmy's getting
more pay after New Year'sl Mr..
Blower IL tall and looks as though
he was vanished. You know that
kind-varnished collar an cuffs, an
hair an teeth an everything!
Il don't believe he ever sat down af-
ter his clothes were pressed till he
got to our house. I never saw such
a perfectly Immaculate man. There
wasn't q thing to object to In that
line. He was always just right and
guess that's why he made me SO
tired.
He's manager for the third floor at
Pickles factory and he can take n taxi
| whenever he wants to. That kind OF
dazzled me ut first after hanging to n
street a strap all the way home.
but constant luxury o on pals.
II treated that man to more varie-
ties OF snubs that you could count and
he Just hung around all the %steadier.
when | snapped his head OF no mere
iy murmured that he liked my spark
ling vivacity and when I sulked he
admired my digniHed reserve. I for
got engagements with him and he kept
right on asking me. Why. do you
know, n I ever forgot TO keep IN en-
gagement with Jimmy he'd drop me
like a hot potato! You can't fool
with JIMMY But Mr.. Blower. he Just
came right on. I'D keep him waiting
an hour while I dressed and when I
came down, instead of his gnawing
his cane with rage. I'd find him COM
fortably reading q last months maya
zine.
TT no brought me flowers I'd pin
them on 80 they'd drop and get lost
before we were q block away and
when II vas candy I always gave II to
my little brother before him. saying
] couldn't eat that variety Of bunbuns.
No, ! wasn't ashamed OF myself, be-
cause he might have had less conceit
and more sense! A perfect lady hasn't
much Of any way OF telling q m he's
q bore and a back number with her
except by the indirect lighting sys-
tem-and n he's ~ blind as n bat
that isn't her fault
We'll. ! had to get rid Of Mr.. Blower
somehow. because Jimmy was begin
ming 10 paw the air and breathe hard
and ] didn't want any duel on our
front doorstep n my picture In the
papers labeled. Beautiful an wealthy
society girl. heroine OF q romancet'
Not for me! ] have q little pride
leftl
How do you suppose I got rid Of
Mr.. Blewer-now. honestf Perfectly
simple. ny dear. and I'm telling you n
case you ret dsspsrate some time.
same - was. L suddenly bessn
dropping hints TO him what q wonder
fully me cock ] was and how ] hate
pounding . typewriter oil day who
my soul 1ust lonsed for . gas rang
and . saeh q Sour and . recipe boot.
! said the dream q my life vas =.
have time 70 cook delicious thinss
that would nslt In your mouth ana
that sometimes when ! could psrsuado
nstssr e sns ,i''' her sister !
= rHs sctuaily stuttsrsd trying to -
fast enough that IVA like % much =
be invitsd 10 n Of my wi dinner
some time, and after ~hesdtatfng ooyv
/ aid he might have the chance 5000
Mother 10 pscufar-sAs's q frigtA
fslly ihoasst--SeJshaAstp - ssost
OF tins house before ] could tuSa the
trick. She ssarly gave me heart dis
ease the last minute By saying she
guessed che wouldn't - 70 Aunt
Jsssis's that day after all-bst ! final
ly got her started. Maybe I didn't
rush home from the ONCE b t.night!
Z told my hid brother and sister that
n they % much - psspsd q anytAihs
thsy had, 70 eat that night I was no
longer . sister Of. thein-and then
I "a 70 work.
-eusarsd the. soup and spilled the
salthox into the boiled cabbage and
buS6sd the msat TIL Il was like
isafkar and favored the gravy with
vanilla. ia bet m cannonbali vas
ever hArdss'n the biscuit I turned out
and msAs en- SppSs PIE hat was
lumpv and half dons, inside and not
sweet enough and with . doughty
toush crust--anA n there's. anything
worss than hat ia hate to have TO
ct NJ
~0A, Il vas . splsndid dinner of its
kline aal I hsapsA nat Blsvsr mana
plata made him eat two hslplngs
800 ul~~kw ~