The Washburn times. [volume] (Washburn, Wis.) 1896-1976, 1913-01-30
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him in the face, and he seemed I'M
able to find just the proper thing to
say. Finally he put his hand over
hers as it rested on the seat, and Civ
ing it sly squeeze, awaited results.
Nothing happened, however, other
than she did hot remove her hand
Nellie" he whispered.
What is it?" turning her head half
way toward him.
Twill your"
will l what?"
Take try at what they are do
fng?"
NO. with finality.
why"
II just don't want to, that's ALL"
Anybody else?"
No answer
who is it? Bob Winton?"
mo, not necessarily, although he is
in business for himself"
"Since when?"
Il don't know, but he has place on
Ninth street.
the corner. / know something about
these fellows who are in business for
themselves
ooh, ] don't know Don't you sup
pose that when a girl is out in the
business world, she can tell good fell
low when she meets him."
The car stopped; they got off and
walked in silence to her home. The
hour being early, she asked him in.
Hats and coats were removed, the
fire lighted in the CRATE, and every
thing seemed to take on coy air.
Nellie fuffed her hair, and seating
herself at the piano commenced to
play lullaby. Fred in the meantime
had seated himself in a comfortable
chair and was looking over a maya
zine Whether it was the magazine
or the lullaby is hard to say, but he
had his arms around Nellie.
"Oh, Fred, don't be silly; go sit
down" She tried to push him off.
II shall do nothing of the kind he
said quietly, moving her around on the
stool until her head was on his chest
and he could see her face. 81 am tired
of this business. You've known my
mind for some time past now, but
every tifHt, bTii,g it up, you say no.
Now I'm going to make you say yes.
With a new note of tenderness in his
voice, Come, sweetheart, can't you
care just little? Or are you string
! ing me along in order to force Winton
to a showdown? There, there. dear
don't fight"
With one shove, she had pushed him
away from her "Winton! Winton!
Can't you find something or some
body else to talk About besides Win
ton? If you keep on I'll hate you
| instead of trying to love you as you
want me to do"
Fred didn't know what to do With
an air of utter detection he took a
seat in a far corner of the room to
| thresh it out with himself. Nellie
taking quick glance. laughed IN
wardly. Deciding, however, to leave
at least friends, he went over to where
she sat.
please, Nellie, forgive me if said
anything to offend you, but, oh,
can't help it. That little home we
visited tonight makes me banker more
than ever for one of my Own-and
with you. Come, sweetheart" bend
ing over the side of her chair, don't
let me go away with hard feelings be-
tween u.s." and, STOPPING, kissed the
back of her hand as it rested on the
arm of the chair. Without moving
she simply turned her hand over, the
palm uppermost. Again STOPPING, he
kissed the palm.
and when am l going to kiss the
girl?" he asked
Haven't you had two Already
from the other side of the chair.
Nellie. turn around this way, won't
you?"
What for?'' and turning her face
toward him, portrayed an entirely diff
ferent countenance from that OF
few minutes before.
"Nellie!" and she didn't push OIL
fight this time when he put his arm
around her.
when shall it be, dear?'
ooh, some time next spring
/ Next spring nothing! Next months
more like it. Well start house hunt
ing this Sunday. Please, dear, and
drawing her head over to his shoulder
kissed her long and tenderly on the
mouth-as a girl dreams OF before
! and dreams of after.-Buffalo Express