The Cairo bulletin., 1913-07-05

I'm sorry" she said Il didn
know il meant so muchto YOU
DO you suppose | enjoy perchin
up on this rail like eoogle-eyed Pol
parrot and squeaking Wanda. wi
YOU marry me-? and getting a lemo
each time instead OF cracker"
To turn the talk away rom its oil
trend. she broke in. almost at random
you don't realize the power OF
phone girls job. No outsider does
People from thousand diffieren
points call up people at a thohsan,
other points. Every pair of peopl'
thinks they are talking unheard by III,
world at large and that just they two
can hear each other Each of thos,
thousands thinks that But the tele
phone girl hears them all | read II
an old book, once about a demon
named Asmodeus who used to iii
about by night and lift the roofs on OF
houses to see what people were doing
If he were living now he could save a
lot OF time and work and bother by
| getting a job at central We"
Buzz-z!
"H'lo!" droned Wanda. NO Mr.
Blake hasn't come In yet. Any mes.
sage? ART"
Yes" she went on in her own
voice, what the telephone girl doesn t
hear isn't worth the hearing"
The whole world under your two
little, little hands," he said softly,
reaching for one of them as he spoke.
But the buzzer rushed to the rescue
Of its high priestess with sudden
noisy purr.
Mrs. Robertson" droned Wanda
to the transmitter. Nom. Mrs. Rob
ertson is not at the Keswick Did you
wish to be connected with Governor
Robertson's suite? Nom. don't know
whether she's expected in Washington
soon or not. 'Ari.'
Friend of your sisters" she ex.
planned. turning from the transmitter.
She said Mrs Robertson wrote her
she was coming down from New York
some day this week"
Grace spends more time on the
trains during the session than she
does at home" laughed the youth.
She wanted to close the New York
house and come down here to stay all
winter. But Mark won't lei her. But.
Wanda, you've simply got to listen to
me-" he went on with d return OF his
boyish impulsiyeness. Il love you
And +"
"Mr. Blake!" she protested, half
half distressed Il"
Mr.. Blake!' he echoed rlefully.
How long since I've been Mr.. Blake.
to you? Haven't begged you to call
me Tom? always cali you Wanda
Why can't you call me"
Il am telephone operator" she
said with mischlevous occurrences.
and you are Mr.. Thomas Blake. promi. !
lent on the district attorneys stan.
3nly ssh of the great Jim Blake, and
brother to a woman the Sunday papers !
,all society queen"
Lord" he growled, ARE you trying
o ring social standing In on meat
his stage OF the garne?"
If you care to pot 1t that way" she
answered more seriously, Il certainly
IN"
what rotl"
Yes? Yet | notice you didn't come
lcftss to speak to me until Governor
Robertson had gone away. And you
lever have thought to introduce him
o me when you and he have passed
lere together, He has been governor
II New York, He may some day be
PRESIDENT. Would 1t make any sort OF
lit with him to have his brother-in-law
marry a telephone girl that half his
'olitical friends have always been try
ng to Jolly? Would he care to say to
dr. Michigan. for instance: Remember
hat little hello girl you wanted to
tss and who slapped your face for It?
Veil. she's my wife's sister-in-law.
''Dont!" exclaimed Tom Blake. 1T
sn't true. And"
"And" pursued Wanda. would your
lister call on me at my boarding
ouse? Would she ask me to come
nd see herr"
Would she?' cried Tom, clustering
D drown a twinge of reasonable
oubt. "You bet she would! You don't
now Grace. She's all right AS white
s they make them. If she knew
oved any girl at all-no matter who