The Hartford republican. (Hartford, Ky.) 18??-1926, 1913-01-10
SHE GOT RID OF HIN
BY HELEN MILLER.

Some men are born pen
remarked Miss Pearl Fatter.
the stenographer from across thbphal
ma they ate their noon sandwiches Y
gather behind the files 1T near
drives girl crazy trying to discouN
ace EN-. | don't know whether they
are so stuck on themselves they can
believe any human woman wouldn
choke to death with JOY at being nc.
ticed by them or whether they are Just
ordinary stupid. Believe me, | know
after Mr.. Blewer!"
Who's he?" asked'the stenographer
from across the hall.
3 Him." inquired Miss FattershaI.
posing the remnants OF her ham sand
WITCH daintily in the air. why. Mr.
Blewer is the only one out OF cap.
tiyity. that's who he is-and he just
walled for handouts put on by me.
hut | couldn't see 1t that way-not
with the prospect OF Jimmy's getting
more pay after New Years! Mr.
Blewer is tall and looks as though
he was vanished. You know that
kind-varnshed collar an cuffs. an
hair an teeth an everything!
Il don't believe he ever sat down af.
ter his clothes were pressed till no
got TO our house. | never saw such
a perfectly immaculate man. There
wasn't thing to object to In that
line. He was always just right anNy
guess that's why he made me so
tired.
He's manager for the third floor at
Pickles factory and he can take taxi
whenever he wants to. That kind 90
dazzled me at first after hanging to N
street car strap all the way home,
but constant luxury soon 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 he mercS
" murmured that he liked my spark
ling vivacity and when | sulked he
admired my dignified reserve. FOR
got engagements with him and he kept
right on asking me. Why. do you
know, II I ever forgot to keep an en-
gagement with Jimmy he'd drop mo
like hot potato! You can't fool
with Jimmy. But Mr.. Blower. he Just
came right on. I'd keep him waiting
an hour while dressed and when !
came down. instead OF his gnawing
his cane with rage. Id find him com
fortably reading a last months maya
zine
IF he brought me flowers I'd pin
them on 80 they'd drop and get lost
before we were block away and
when II was candy I always gave II to
my little brother before him. saying
I couldn't eat that variety OF bunbuns.
No. I wasn't ashamed Of myself, be-
cause he might have had less concet
and more sense! A perfect lady hasn't
much Of any way OF telling a man he's =
a bore and a back number with her
except by the indirect lishting sys-
tem-and II he's as blind as bat
that isn't her fault!
well. had to get rid OF Mr.. Blewe1
somehow. because Jimmy was begin-D
ming to paw the air and breathe hard y
and | didn't want any duel on our
front doorstep an my picture In the
papers labeled. Beautiful an wealthy
society girl heroine OF a romance,
Not for me! have a little pride
left.
How do you suppose I got rid of
Mr.. Blewer-now. honest? Perfectly
simple. my dear. and I'm telling you In
case you get desperate some time.
same as | was. I suddenly began
dropping hints to him what a wonder
fully fine cook I was and how hated
pounding a typewriter all day when
my soul Just longed for gas range
and sack OF -four and recipe book.
] said the dream Of my life was to
have time to cook delicious things
that would melt In your mouth and
that sometimes when could persuade
mother to go and visit her sister I
got the dinner.
He actually suffered trying to say
fast enough that he'd like so much to
be invited to one OF my own dinners
some time. and after hesitating coyly
! said he might have the chance soon.
Mother IL peculiar-she's so fright
fully honest-so | had to get her out
of the house before | could turn tha
trick. She nearly gave me heart =
guessed she wouldn't go to
Jessie's that day after all-but n
ly got her started. Maybe I didh
rush home from the office that night
! told my kid brother and sister than
II they so much as peeped at anything
they had to eat that night was no
longer a sister of theirs-and then
| set to work.
"Sugared the soup and spilled the
saltbox into the boiled cabbage and
burned tho meat till 1t was like
leather and favored the gravy with
vanilla. I'd bet no cannonball was
ever harder'n the biscuit turned out
and l made an apple pie that was
lumpy and half done inside and not
sweet enough and with a doughty
tough crust-and IL there's anything
worse than that I'd hate to have to
eat III
"Oh IN waa a apIandid d,,ua- ~ ITO