Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1915-07-08

and feathers on headgear. how uid
Jim expect to have happy home liv.
Ing on bakery pies and rolls and
canned goods? Maybe she'd insist on
boarding. Her kind generally did.
Sam carefully pointed out these dam
aging facts to his brother, but Jim
only scoffed hearty, after the way Of
males seeking to hide from even
themselves the fact that they are
counting. There was nothing serious
in either his attentions or those Of
Kitty Billings. They were just good
friends.
"Huh!" Sam barked. Good friends.
Don't you drop in that shop every
identical night after eight o'clock clos.
Ing and sit and moon and eat chatting
dish stuff out in the trimming-room,
and didn't / catch you taking her
box of candy? Say, I'm tired of hang
ing around here after finish the books
waiting for you to come along and go
home!"
well, what do you wait for them"
Jim demanded, raspily. "Why don't
you go on along homer"
Sam gasped. This proved the worst
for he and Jimmy had always left
the store together since they had
started 1t five years before. Nothing
meant anything to Jim any more, evil
IDENTIFY, compared with being with the
blonde Billings girl. A deadly hatred
for her clutched him. And an equally
deadly disgust for his brother surged
through him. Alr'ost every evening
now, defantly, Jimmy brushed and
tldied himself after closing hour and
ostentatiously stepped out OF his front
door into the front door of the chic
little millinery shop without glance
at his seething brother. Gloomily Sam
would sit elaring at the ledgers before
him, biting a pen and waiting. He was
unable to tear himself away Some
how he felt he must be on hand to
know the worst when 1t happened.
Moreover, he hated going home alone
to their boardinghouse room. Rather
wildly he refused to consider the
thought that after Jim had got mar
ried he would have to go home alone
always.
But even underground geysers boil
up occasionlly. The thermometer stood
at precisely two below the evening
that Sam banged hut and locked the
front door of the store and stalked off
without waiting for Jim, who was
spending his pleasant evening In the
back room of the little millinery shop.
The acute point of this lies In the fact
that Jim's hat and warm overcoat were
waiting for him In his own store and
he had no eye. In a cold and righteous
fury Sam prepared to retire. He told
himself 1t served Jim perfectly right
for being such fool and he'd maybe
realize what sensible people thought
of him. Let him run the half mile to
the boardinghouse-do the chump
good! Maybe he wouldn't be so crazy
about that simpering Billings creature
If he had to suffer little!
With these interesting thoughts Sam
anxiously stayed awake till Jim came
painting into the room from his frigid
scamper. No denunciation fell from
his lips whatever. In alarm Sam
switched on the lights and glanced at
his brothers. face.
''Wh-what's the matter?" he STAN.
mered.
Jim gazed at him utterly oblivious of
his own shiverings and spoke between
chattering teeth. "You-y-you might as
well known" he got out. "Kitty-she
t-t-turned me down. She ssaid no!
You won't have to worry any more!"
There was long silence. Say"
Sam stammered at last. "I-I'm sorry,
old man! Honest-say, a girl who'd
refuse you isn't worth worrying abouti
I'd like to wiring her neck! Say-wait
a minute and I'll fix you something hot
to drink. Now, wouldn't that frost
you?"