The Owosso times. (Owosso, Mich.) 1897-1926, 1913-01-31
SHE GOT RID OF HIM
BY HELEN MILLER.

| oQuo men are UOru peTSiSteut,
remarked Miss Pearl Fattershall to
the stenographer from across the hall,
as they ate their noon sandwiches to-
| gether behind the files. 1T nearly
drives a girl crazy trying to discour-
age 'em. / don't know whether they
are so stuck on themselves they can't
believe any human woman wouldn't
choke to death with Joy at being no
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.
Him." inquired Miss Fattershall,
posing the remnants Of her ham sand
witch daintily in the air. why, Mr..
Blower is the only one out of cap
tivity, that's who he is-and he just
walled for handouts put on by me,
but / couldn't see 1t 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 everything!
Il don't believe he ever sat down az
ter his clothes were pressed till he
got to our house. / never saw such
a perfectly immaculate man. There
wasn't a thing to object to in that
line. He was always just right and l
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
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 snapped his head off he mere
ly murmured that he liked my spark
ling vivacity and when l sulked he
admired my dignified reserve l for
got engagements with him and he kept
right on asking me. Why, do you
know, If / 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 I dressed and when
came down, instead eof his gnawing
his cane with rage, I'd find him COM
fortably reading last months maya
zine.
'If he brought me flowers I'd pin
them on so they'd drop and get lost
before we were a block away and
when it was candy always gave it to
my little brother before him, saying
Iicouldn't eat that variety of bunbuns.
No, ! wasn't ashamed of myself, be-
cause he might have had less conceit
and more sense! A perfect lady hasn't
much Of any way of telling a man he's
bore ana 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
somehow, because Jimmy was begin
ming to paw the air and breathe hard
and I didn't want any duel on our
front. doorstep an my picture in the
society girl heroine Of q romancen
Not for me! l 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 I was. suddenly began
dropping hints to him what a wonder
fully fine cook ! was and how l hated |
pounding a typewriter all day when
my soul just longed for gas range |
and sack Of flour and a recipe book. |
l 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 / |
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
fully honest-so / had to get her out
of the house before I could turn the
trick. She nearly gave me heart dis
ease the last minute by saying she
guessed she wouldn't go to Aunt
Jessie's that day after all-but final
ly got her started. Maybe I didn't
rush home from the Office that night!
I told my kid brother and sister that
II they SO much as, peeped at anything
they had to eat that night I was no
longer a sister of theirs-and then
I set to work.
"Sugared the soup and spilled the
saltbox into the boiled cabbage and
burned the 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 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 It!
"Oh, it was splendid dinner Of it's
kind and / heaped that Blower mans I