Shoshone journal. [volume] (Shoshone, Idaho) 1884-1931, 1913-05-16
SHE GOT RID OF HIM
BY HELEN MILLER.


, drives girl crazy trying to discoul
age EN-. I don't know whether the
are 80 stuck on themselves they can
n believe any human woman wouldn'
! choke to death with Joy at being nc
q ticcd BY them or whether they are jus
Y ordinary stupid Believe me. J know
/ after Mr.. Blewer,"
nj Who's he?" asked the stenographe
] from across the hail
= Him inquired Miss Fattershall
posing The remnants OF her ham sand
D wien dalntily In the air why, Mr.
, Blower IN the only one out OF cap
tivify, that's who he Island he just
walled for. handouts put on by me
but / couldn't see il that way-noi
with the prospect OF Jimmys getting
+ more pay after New Years! Mr..
I, Blower IL tall and looks as though
he was vanished You know that
-varnlshed collar an cuffs, an
hair an teeth an everything
I don't believe he ever sat down az
ter his clothes were pressed I'LL he
got 70 our house | never saw such
perfectly immaculate man. There
wasn't thing 10 object to In that
line He was always just right and
guess that's why he made me 80
tired
Hes manager for the third floor at
/ Pickles factory and he can take taxi
/ whenever he wants TO- That kind OF
dazzled me at first after hanging to a
street car strap all the way home,
but constant luxury soon pals.
Il treated that man to more yarie-
ties of snubs that you could count and
he just hung around all the steadier
When / snapped his head on he mere
~ murmured that he liked my spark
ling vivacity and when ] sulked he
admired my dignified reserve ] =
got engagements with him and he kept
right on asking me. Why, do you
know. II ever forgot to keep an 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 ] dressed and when l
came down, instead OF his gnaN lg
his cane with rage. I'd find him com
fortably reading last months maya
zine.
II he brought me flowers I'd pin
them on so they'd drop and get lost
before we were block away and
when II was candy j 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 sensel A perfect lady hasn't |
much OF any way of telling man he's |
bore and a back number with her
except by the indirect lighting sys-
tem-and II he's as blind as BAT I
that isn't her fault,
Well had TO get rid of Mr.. Blower
somehow, because Jimmy was begin
ming to paw the air and breathe hard
and l didn't want any duel on our
front doorstep an my picture in the
papers labeled, Beautiful an wealthy
society girl, heroine OF a romanceh
Not for me | have little pride
left,
How do you suppose ! 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 I was. | suddenly began
dropping hints to him what a wonder
fully fine cook was and how hated
pounding a typewriter all day when
my soul just longed for a gas range
and a sack OF -four and a recipe book.
said the dream OF my life was to
10 Aa1t {
that would melt In your mouth and
that sometimes when could persuade
mother TO go and visit her sister |
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 Is peculiar--she's so fright !
'ully honest-so had to set her out !
n tho house before ] could turn the
rick She nearly gave me heart dis
ease the last minute by saying she I
guessed she wouldn't 20 10 Aunt 5
Iessie's that day after all--but final |
y got her started Maybe | didn't
rush home from the Office that night
told my kid brother and sister that
Z they 40 much as peeped at anything
hey had TO eat that night ! was no :
onger sister Of theirs-and then
set 10 work.
"Sugared the soup and spilled the
'altbox into the boiled cabbage and
burned the meat till II was like {
Gather and favored the gravy with
lanlila. I'd bet no cannonball was
,ver hardar'n the biscuit turned out
md ] made an apple pie that was Q
umpy and half done inside and not Z
Iweet enough and with a doughty
ough crust--and II there's anything d
rorse than that I'D hate TO have to
at ~
oh. u was splendid dinner of It's d
slnd and heaped thar Blower mans G
,iste made him eat two heipings
i everything was plenty be .
,ause the Kids couldn't swallow
hing and stared at me SO bewildered
Il the handout sister had cooked, e
nearly died laughing inside, 3