The Richfield recorder. (Richfield, Idaho) 1909-1931, 1913-04-17
SHE GOT RID OF HIM
BY HELEN MILLER.


gether behind the files. 1t nearl.
age 'em. / don't know whether they
are so stuck on themselves they cam
believe any human woman wouldnl
choke to death with joy at being no
ticed by them or whether they are just
ordinary stupid. Believe me, ! know
LATTER Mr.. Blewer!"
Who's he?" asked the stenographeI
from across the hall
Him" inquired Miss Fattershan
posing the remnants Of her ham sand
witch daintily in the air. why, Mp
Blower is the only one out of cap
tivity, that's who he Island he just
walled for handouts put on by me,
but l couldn't see it that way-not
with the prospect of Jimmy's getting
more pay after New Years! Mr..
Blower is tall and looks as though
he was vanished. You know that
kind-varnished collar an cuffs, an
hair an teeth an everythingl
Il don't believe he ever sat down af-
ter his clothes were pressed till he
perfectly immaculate man. There
wasn't thing to object to in that
line. He was always just right and I
guess that's why he made me so
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 81
street car strap all the way home,
but constant luxury soon pals.
Il treated that man to more varie-
ties of snubs that you could count and
he just hung around all the steadier.
When l snapped his head off he mere
ly murmured that he liked my spark
ling vivacity and when | sulked he
admired my dignifed reserve. l f =
got engagements with him and he kept
right on asking me. Why, do you
know, if I ever forgot to keep an en-
gagement with Jimmy he'd drop me
like a hot potatol You can't fool
with Jimmy! But Mr.. Blower, he just
came right on. I'd keep him waiting
an hour while l dressed and when l
came down, instead Of his gnal lg
his cane with rage, I'd find him COM
fortably reading a last months maya
zine.
''If he brought me flowers I'd pin
them on so they'd drop and get lost
before we were block away and
when it was candy always gave it to
my little brother before him, saying
l couldn't eat that variety of bunbuns.
No, l wasn't ashamed of myself, be-
cause he might have had less conceit |
and more senseI A perfect lady hasn't |
much of any way CO telling a man he's
a bore and back number with her
except by the indirect lighting sys-
tem-and if he's as blind as bat
that isn't her fault!
well, had to get rid of Mr.. Blower
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 romance
Not for me! I have little pride
eft
How do you suppose l 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. l suddenly began
iropping hints to him what a wonder
ully fine cook l was and how l hated
pounding a typewriter all day when
ny soul just longed for a gas range
Ind sack of flour and recipe book.
said the dream of my life was to
lave time to cook delicious things
hat would melt In your mouth and
hat sometimes when could persuade
mother to go and visit her sister ]
lot the dinner.
He actually suffered trying to say
asst enough that he'd like so much to
e invited to one of my own dinners
ONE time, and after hesitating coyly
said he might have the chance soon.
Mother is peculiar-she's so fright
ully honest-so l had to get her out
f the house before l could turn the
rick. She nearly gave me heart dis.
ase the last minute by saying she
uessed she wouldn't go to Aunt
essie's that day after all-but I final
z got her started. Maybe l didn't
lsh home from the office that night
told my kid brother and sister that
they so much as peeped at anything
ley had to eat that night l was no
niger a sister of theirs-and then
set to work
"Sugared the soup and spilled the
iltbox into the boiled cabbage and
urned the meat till it was like
ather and favored the gravy with
anilla. I'd bet no cannonball was
yer harder'n the biscuit l turned out
I'D made an apple pie that was
mpy and half done inside and not
veet enough and with doughty
ugh crust-and if there's anything
orse than that I'd hate to have to
1t it!
"Oh, it was splendid dinner of its I
nd and heaped that Blower mans
ate. l made him eat two helpings
everything there was plenty be-
use the kids couldn't swallow a
ing and stared at me so bewildered
the handout sister had cooked, |