Baraboo weekly news. [volume] (Baraboo, Wis.) 1912-197?, 1914-12-31
How It All
Came Out

nearly through, all but the last chap
ter" began the hotel lobby CONVEX
sationalist land then when you were
all ready to hear how things turned
out find that your wife has taken
the book back to the library? Grad
ually you forget the plot, but in the
back of your head you keep wonder
Ing for long time what the windup
was-whether she married the fellow
or became a trained nurse
81 stumbled across the closing
chapter the other day of romance
I'd been obliged to leave unfinished
a couple of years ago. This story,
though, wasn't in any book; it was
in real life. When we were living
in the city a family across the street
from us had a daughter who was re-
ceiving calls evenings from two men.
But they always came separately. In
warm weather, when all the residents
would be on the balconies, | would
see her entertaining one or the other
of her two regular callers, and occa-
sionally could overhear snatch of
the conversation. 1t was plain enough
to me that neither one of the callers
required any special scheme worked
on him to get him into matrimonial
state of mind.
"But she seemed to have lot of
difficulty making up her mind And
that made the game all the more in
teresting. First would think the
tall, red-headed fellow who came
Tuesday and Thursday evenings was
going to win. Then along would come
the black-haired young chap who car
ried a cane and showed up as rule
on Wednesdays and Fridays, and the
conversation would be either so ami
mated or so hushed and murmured
that wouldn't see anything to it but
him having things his own way One
thing | noticed, though, was that mel
Their the red-haired nor the dark
haired aspirant had control Of the
Sunday evening engagements.
"There was one respect in which
the two callers played their cards a
little differently The dark-haired
one used to bring cigars and smoke
them and would hear him offering
one to the girls father. Redhead did
not smoke, but he got along nicely
with the mother He would brag
about the geraniums she had plant
ed in box at the edge of the bal
cony and he used to agree with her
in everything she said Meanwhile
whether it was the darkhaired call
err and father. or redhead and mother
who we're exchanging commonplace
observations. the daughter sat by and
bestowed glances Of general approval
that could be construed to mean
much or nothing.
Things went long that way al
summer long, and even after cold
weather came AMI they no longer
sat on the balcony where | could
keep close tab It was none of my
affair, but | must confess had got
interested and whenever I'd see that
young woman going in or out l would
wonder if she'd made up her mind
yet, and if not. why she didn't hustle
up and relieve my suspense, to say
nothing Of the suspense of the other
two.
About the time I was feeling sure
things would be brought to sharp TO-
Gus within few weeks the family up
and moved away That was more
than two years ago and | had plumb
forgot about them and the story they
snatched out from under my eyes un-
finished, so to speak. Last Sunday
a friend and went to the city and
while there started on a stroll
through the park. "A woman came
toward us wheeling a baby buggy,
which was nothing unusual, consid-
ering the city. but there was some
thing about her that seemed familiar.
Though | couldn't recall where,
felt that I had seen her before. 1t
flashed upon me all of a sudden like
such things will She was the girl
who used to live in the fiat across
the street!
$50 she had got married at last
Well, we'll, I wondered, of course, to