New Ulm review. (New Ulm, Brown County, Minn.) 1892-1961, 1914-04-08
CHAPTER ".
A Likely Story.
. ROM the squalcr. the heat, dirt
and twrmoil OF Eighth avenue,
p. Sybarite turned west OH

4ulS ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS WHICH
and the cave of the smell. his existence
alternated with the lnonotOny of a
fendulum-was situated midway on
the block on the north side Of the
street.
1t boosted front yard fenced off
from the sidewalk with rusty railing;
q plot Of arid earth scantily tufted
with grass. suggesting that stage of
badness which finally precedes COM
plete nudity. Behind this the moat-
like area was .spanned to the front
door by ragged stoop of brownstone.
The house romance took the air upon
the stoop.s
George BrOss was IS per centum of
the house romance. The remainder
was Miss Violet Prim. Mr. Bross sat
step or two below Miss Prim. his
knees adjacent to his chin, his face.
upturned to his charmer. wreathed in
a fond and fatuous smile.
Saturday was her day for seeming
unusually fair to him: by the following
Thursday there would begin to be
barely perceptible shadow round the
roots of her golden hair.
Normally good looking in ordinary
daylight. she was radiant beauty
across footlights. Her active young
person was modelled on generous lines.
and. as rule. clothed in a manner
which, if inexpensive. detracted moth
ing from her conspicuous sightliness
P. Sybarite approached the gate. At
that moment George was announcing
in an undertone. Here's the lollop
now. Think | better spring it on him
now?' he inquired. in doubt.
Gee. no." protested the lady in
alarm. ltd spoil the plant. sure. I'd
love to watch you feed it to him. but
heaven knows I'd never be able to
hold in without bustin'.''
P. Sybarite walked into the front
yard. and the chorus lady began to
crow with delight
swell. look who's here! TITS old
George w. Postscript-as I live! Hith-
erwards. little one: would'st speech
myself to thee"
Smiling. P. Sybarte approached the
pair. He liked Miss Prim for her un-
affected high spirits.
"Well?" he asked pleasantly. blink
ing up at the lady from the foot of the
steps. ''What is thy will, o Breaker
Of Hearts?'
'That'll be about all for yours" an
nounced Violet reprovingly. What's
all this about you givin' box party at
the Knickerbocker tonight?''
cts a fact.'' affirmed P. Sybarite.
"Only | had counted on the pleasure
of inviting you myself" he added with
patient glance at George.
"Never mind about that" interposed
the lady. ''l'm just tickled to death.
and I love you lot more'n do
George, anyway. So that's all right.
Only I was afraid for awhile he was
connin' me-"
Then she jumped up and wheeled
about to the door with petticoats pro-
fessionally awhirl. ':Well. if I'm goin'
to do stagger in society tonight. it's
me to go doll myself up to the Mines
So long!' She disappeared by way Of
the vestibule.
'Class to that kid. all right" observ
ed George. ''Some stopper. take it
from me. But I'm glad it's a box; then
l can hide under a chair. | amt got
nOthin' to go in but these hand-me-
downs" What are you going to wear.
anyway"
"a shave, clean collar and what
stand in. They're all l have
'"Then you got nothin' on me- What's
your rush," as P. Sybarite would
have passed on. ''Wait shake.
wanna talk to you. Sit down and have
Gig"
There was a hint of serious inten-
ton in the manner of the shipping
clerk to induce p. Sybarite. after the
hesitation Of an instant, to accede to
his request.
"Well?'
Il dunno how to break it to you"
Bross faltered obviously. you better
brace yourself to lean up against the
biggest disappointment ever
p. Sybarite regarded him with sharp
distrust You interest me strangely.
George. But perhaps you're no more
added than usual. Get it off your
chest
well" said George regretfully. Il
just wanna put you next to the facts
before you ask her. Miss LEASING amt
goin' to go with us tonight
p. Sybarite looked startled and griev-
ed.
"I'm afraid don't understand. How
do you know Miss Leasing won't go?
Did she tell you so?'
mot what you might call exactly.
but she won't, all right" George re
turned, with confidence There amt
one chance in IL hundred I'm in wrong"
In wrong? How
about her being who she is
p. Sybarite subjected the open, naive.
countenance of the shipping clerk to a
prolonged stare Of SnSniciOn