The Washington herald., 1913-12-07

THAT very evening, as I passed out
through the parlors, I saw my Me-
thuselah's uncle, about FIVE years
younger in his silk tile and open-faced
vest talking to a real toppy mother
and daughter who wore enough happy
harness to stock a new Tiffanys. The
younger one was such a picture that
l swung up close to see if it was hand
painted or ony a chrome, but that's
once I had to send a wireless apol-
ogy, for her complexion was put on
from the inside and would stand
scrubbing. She looked perfectly happy
except for one thing; all she wanted
was something interesting to happen.
She was real willing to go right away
from there to find it, too, but theioth-
er two had their chins on pivots and
smiled continuously without pain.
Anyhow thought, Father Time is
now back in his own precinct and
they'll take care of him if he gets to
wandering in his mind
"The next morning, bright and early,
before l even had my wraps off, who
should come prancing into the barber
shop but by Mr.. Sear-and-yellow to
have his face ironed, and with a nerve
tall enough to make the Singer Build
ing look like a hitching post he lifted
the roof of his toupee to me and
smiled as pleasantly as a mummy that
had died dippy. 1 escaped him when
he went out, though, because l was
busy with one of the worst kind
merchant from Darkest Indiana who
had come to New York to buy last
years latest styles, and who was ex-
planning how much he missed his wife
SO would go to the theater with him
and let him tell me about her.
'It helped some that afternoon to
have a real one drop in. He was a
tall, living-picture built young man,
and looked so solid he could have had
his clothes pressed right on him with
out hurting. His hands were not a
bit pretty; they were better than that;
they were good to look at. They were
mans hands, big and strong and
brown, but we'll shaped enough, too;
the kind that can hold high stopper
down to an even trot through ten
miles of fireworks. 1t was a nice,
firm, warm hand, but it didn't know
held it, and that interested me right
away. You know, l suppose I'm like
other girls. 1t makes me mad if they
do, and I'm disappointed if they don't.
He just sat as quiet as a half dozen
raw and looked a hole in my pompa-
dour till Billy hung up the receiver of
the telephone and came over to me
with:
"'Two-o-two wants you as soon as
you can come
81 never in my life saw anybody
light up the way that young fellow
did. AL at once he looked like Coney
on opening night.
1.-TWO hundred and twoI he said.
Go right up to her. Don't mind me-
1 can wait
q glanced up at him and he looked
awfully good to your Aunt Bessie. His
face had turned a little bit pink and
his eyes had lost that far-away look
in hurry.
'Herl OF course it was a Her in
two-o-twoi But from the way this
young fellow acted 1 could tell that
this was an extra special Her of the
very best brand, the choice and pick
of the whole Her flock so far as he
was concerned.
"1t won't take me but a little bit
to get through with you,' l said, keep
ing my smile for in the elevator.
No, I can wait he insisted. I'd
rather wait. To tell you the truth, 1 |
want to see you after you come back
down. and he stammered and stut-
tered like a young married man doing
his wife's first shopping with girl
clerks. Finally he blurted out: Would |
you mind taking a little note up there |
for me?
ga motel l said, putting on my
toppiest air. I don't think the house
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