Evening star., 1914-11-08

whom are you describing?'
"Ruby Everschott," says l. "Come down
to the Corrugated and take look.
Course it seemed like 100 to l chance,
| but when / got the Wisconsin part of his
warn, and tackled it onto the rest, it didn't
| seem likely one State could produce two
such specimens Inside of fifteen minutes
| the three of us was strollin' casual through
| the front offices.
"Glance down the line of lady typists," l
whispers to Oakley.
@By George!' says he gaspy. "The one
at the far end?'
4You win,' says l.
@And you also, my young wizard" says
Oakley.
"I1i have her sent into my private office"
suggests Mr.. Robert.
And once more 1 was lookin' for some
startled notions from Ruby when she dis
covers Mr. Mills. But in she comes, as
woodeny and stiff as ever, goes to her little
table, and spreads out her notebook, with
out glancln' at any OF u.s.
"Pardon me, Miss Everschott,' says Mr..
Robert, "but-er-rny friend Mills here fan
cies that he-er-ah-oh, hang it all! you
say it, Oakley"
At which Mr.. Mills steps up smilin'. 1
should judge he was a fairly smooth, high
polished gent as rule; but after Ruby has
turned that stupid, starry look on him, with
out battin' an eyelash or liftin' an eyebrow,
the smile fades out. She don't say word
or make move: just continues to stare.
AS for Oakley, he shifts uneasy on his feet
and fushes up under the eyes.
@Well?" says he. u trust you remem-
ber me?"
Ruby shakes her head slow. mo, Sir"
says she.
aEh?" says Oakley. @Weren't you a
waitress at the Lakeside Hotel last sum-
mer?"
@Certainly, Sir says Ruby.
@And didn't you bring me my meals three
| times day for four mortal weeks?" he in
sistS.
4Did I7' says Ruby, starin' stupider than
ever.
1Great Scott, young woman!" breaks out
Oakley. aDidn't you look at me long enough
and steadily enough to remember? Don't
you recall was disagreeable enough to ask
you not to watch me eat?"
"Oh!" says Ruby, a flicker of almost
human intelligence in her big eyes. 3The
one who wanted hot plates!"
@At last," says Oakley, Il am properly
identified. Yes, am the hot-plate person"
@You had tea for breakfast too, didn't
you?' asks Ruby.
always" says he. Gan eccentricity of
mine"
@And you put salt on your muskmelon,
and wanted your eggs opened, and didn't
like tomato SOUP" adds Ruby, like sic was
repeatin' lesson.
aGuilty on all three counts says Mr..
Mills.
II tried to remember" says Ruby, sort Of
meek.
aTried!' gasps Oakley. @Why, you made
an art of it. You never so much as But
tell me, was it those foolish little whims of
mine you were thinking so hard about while
you stood there gazing so intently at me?'
Ruby mods; a shy, bashful little nod.
Mr. Mills makes low bow. "A thousand
pardons, my dear young lady, says he. Il
stand convicted Of utter selfshness. But
perhaps l can atone"
And with that he proceeds to put his prop
osition up to her. He tells her about the
play, the trouble he's had tryin' to fit one
special part, and how he's sure she could do
it to T. He asks her to give it try.
go on the stage!' says Ruby, her big
eyes starin at him like he'd asked her to
jump off the Metropolitan Tower. "No,
don't think l could. I'm going to be a for
eign missionary, you know"
ga what?" gasps Oakley. mission
ary! But see here-that can wait. And in
one season on the stage VCu could make"