Abbeville progress. (Abbeville, Vermilion Parish, La.) 1913-1944, 1913-06-07

Mr.. Terrence L;
! He gave no evidence OF interest. How
ever, there was smile OF geniality OF
his countenance as he finished the
brushing of my hair and stood to one
side while / dressed it.
docs your head feel better now?
he asked.
Very much answered.
Then perhaps you will come back
tomorrow
'Assuredly So ] laughed in an.
swer. You are the best doctor ever
knew reached into my bag and
| handed him $40 bill. He did not 20
to the cash register with it. Instead
he took from his pocket three S. bills
and four ones and handed them to me-
| saw that they were absolutely clean
! and new, evidently just procured from
! some bank that morning. And
walked from the shop with a little
thump of gladness in my heart. ]
knew he had been impressed by my
story of wealth and had decided that
he would get portion OF my supposed
fortune.
"And he began to play on me a game
of love. The next day when / came in
for my usual headache cure he asked
If I was not late.
81 hardly think So l answered,
'why?'
Nothing he said slowly, only it
just seemed had been expecting you
for a good while, that's ALL
Cute, wasn't it," Miss Clement
ence Laffan (Which wasn't his real
name at alb certainly knew the game
Of love. They tell me that barber is
the most dangerous love-maker in the
world, anyhow: at least, that's what
the new detectives down at headquar-
tiers always have said. And certainly
Terry didn't miss out on any of the
fine points when he was going to col
lege-."
Barber college, Of course" | sup
piled.
"'Here, we're getting away from
the story Miss Clement broke in.
What l was trying to say was that
within the next two weeks, Terry LAT
fan managed to work up the finest
case Of love at first sight you ever
heard of. The fact that he was only
a barber while was supposed to be a
rich woman, didn't worry him in the
least. And then the poetry began to
spring forth. And all the time, under
stand, he was changing the bills /
gave him and handing me back clean,
new money. Once or twice, just to
see what would happen, | asked him
what it meant, how he happened al
ways to have new money. He only
smiled at me. Then he would recite
little strain of mystic verse to me as
sat in the chair, something that
would show he was far better read
than l. And then one afternoon came
the clincher. He pulled bit of tissue
paper from his pocket and handed it
to me.
"T was thinking of you when I
wrote that this noon. It's a bit of
Omar's philosophy. I often pick up
scrap of paper here and scribble on
it.
And then, / read:
An love! could you and with Him
conspire,
To grasp this sorry scheme of things
entire,
Would we not shatter it to bits and
then.
Remold it nearer to the Hearts De-
SIRE?
edo you mean anything especial by
that?' / asked in a half joking way. He
turned quickly, saw that the proprie-
tor was out Of the shop, and then
came close to me.
eyes, do he whispered
"'What?' / appeared surprised.
Mrs. Marion he said, fthat was
my name, you know Have you
noticed anything queer about that
money I have been giving you for the
last two weeksT"
"'No. Why?'
because 1t has all been counter
felt, that's ALL
He was mine at last! My eyes
danced as he hurriedly went into his
bogus confession of how he had
learned the secrets of the Bureau of
Printing and Engraving at Washing
ton. He told Of his money machine.
how 1t could turn put cash like so
much printed calico-and then came
the real nubbin Of the whole affair.
He told me Of his poor old mother.