Norwich bulletin., 1913-08-26

Sadie?" asked Sol in a whisper of i Sadie Levine.
 "Aw, vat do you want to know for.
 Sol?" said that young lady impati-
 ently. She's nuttin, nobody. She works in mine fathers shop as sales 1 lady und she come here to deliver g.
 message to mine father. Vud you have soT?"
 1 Sure spoke up the instinct that
 was Sol, but first introduce me te dat i young lady
 l Sadie saw there was nothing to do
 but to introduce him.
 Miss Ratnick-this is my friend, MT. l dis is it a young lady vat works as a 1 saleslady here on an erand. Her name l Is Miss Ratnick."
 Was Sol delighted to meet her? We'll, l he looked it. Never, in all his career as a prize catch" had he looked so
 delighted in the presence of a young 1 lady
 As the two sat there talking anil mately it looked as if all the life and ] sparkle of the room had been absorb l ed and directed toward the one par ticular spot where sat Sol and the radi- ant Miss Ratnick The rest of the young ladies vainly tried to attract Sors attention. They told and retold the puns and jokes they had read in | that days newspaper; they told the
 old time stories; one girl with Rivington street accent related "darky' story But Sol paid not the slightest attention to them. Now Miss Sadie Levine did not pro- indefinitely. So all the girls. at a hint from her, put on their wraps said good night to ''Mr. Maslinsky, and marched out in very, very nonchalant manner.
 When the last had gone Sadie stood haforQ Sol Mise PnfnfnL ana nounced that sleep was an occasional necessity in this wearisome world, even for those who were constitution ally asleep. So Sol knew it w1a time to pick up his silk hat and cane and go, which was not as disagreeable a task for Sol as it might have been, considering that he was to have the
 pleasure of escorting Miss Ratnick home. He found himself following her to the street in sort of blissful dream.
 Her home was a good three miles away Three celestial miles!
 They boarder a Grand street cross- town car. en-oh, heavens! Oh,
 provoking fatei Sol Mas1insky had thrust his hand into an empty pocket. Not one cent for carfare did he have. Chokingly he turned to the charming Miss Ratnick and divulged the pain full information, Miss Ratnick calmly opened her pocketbook and paid the conductor. But Sors conversation was uINGSl0U Ol cdll lil6 5PdIhlS dA0 HCoL O1 the earlier evening.
 At the door of the house in which Miss Ratnick lived Sol made last attempt to regain his lost prestige.
 50 charmed init meeting you, Miss Ratnick, you know" said he. Wouldn't you allow me de oreatest pleasure of my life. to call on your"
 Say. MT Maslinsky.' said she. and neither her face nor voice showed any thace of great joy. I've heard of you before. I guess you needn't come
 around. If I want to go out my young man always has plenty of carfare." and with that she was gone. It was sad, sad three miles home for Sol. The hour was late, the streets
 were quiet and he had plenty of time to reflect. Upon reaching his hall bed room he drew up his rocking chair and sat gazing into his mirror. Suddenly he had an idea. He sprang up, looked long at his reflection in the glass, and heaVed a sigh of relief.
 We'll" said he, T could not get a job as a tailor's model, anyhow IN. r. Evening Sun.