Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1915-03-30

a Confirmed Bachelor? Why, yes, OF
course. am! with pride and pleasure
| admit the fact. No, ! am not cold
hearted. quite the reverse, IN fact. Ihat
has always been the trouble with me-
My heart is too innammatory where tne
gentler sex is concerned. However, as
the poets tell us, "'Tis better to have
loved lot than never TO have loved at
ALL" \ true saying, isn't 1t?
You want to hear some of my eNperl-
ences? Yes, admit to having hao
variety OF eriences-hirtatons, my de-
tractors call them. but that's untrue
Every confirmed bachelor has had his
little 'affaires de coeur''-he would be a
queer sort OF fossil If he hadn't!
I want to tell you OF my first love ad-
venture | was pretty badly smitten' loo
II remember Alright Many an hour OF
sleep that little affair cost meas well as
many a hard-earne dollar. for ] literally
loaded her with flowers, candy and all
sorts of gifts.
IL was in my college days, when was
young and foolish. Yes, she was lady
of the rootlights, siren of the chorus
If the truth be told. Her name was
Adoree, ard she was adorable. oh! how
sentimentalized over her from my
nighAy seat in the theatre. And the
curious thing was that | never got any
further than that seat in the theatre
For in spite of repeated notes, implollnS
messages. and more material tokens of re-
gard (Which by the way. she always ac-
ceptedl. Adoree, my adored one, proved
adamant. Unlike the average lady OF her
calling, she utterly declined to give me
an interview
The theatre in which she played
C'kicked' would be a more descriptive
tcrm) was not a high-class one, being
situated only around the corner from my
shabby lodgings. Yet every night found
me seated therein and subsequently hang
ing around the stage door, waiting for a
glimpse of the enchantress. But she was
too cunning for me and always eluded
me.
still, she was kind enough to accept my
gifts and TO smile upon me us sat
blindly worshiping, in tho front row.
Once | caught glimpse of her in the
wings and she kissed her hand to me.
didn't sleep a wink that night, and ever
arterward I chose that particular end
seat, where | could see into the wings
| And sometimes she kissed her hand to me
and sometimes she didn't. But l always
| loved her, Adorec the Adorable, just the
| same.
| The need to confide in some one grew
within me. But in whom could con-
tide? l had lots of men fricnds-but then
| feared they might laugh at me- Yes,
wanted a woman to confide in.
Just at this crisis in my thoughts, In
walked Jane, my charwoman. / lived
alone you know, and every morning at
| sharp, Jane arrived, prepared my break
fast and busted my rooms.
Now, heretofore, l had never taken
much notice of Jane. She was drab-
looking person of about So, with untidy,
mouse-colored hair a dingy complexion
and light eyelashes, Still, was not Jane,
as a member of the same sex as my
beautiful Adoree, worthy of a little no.
tice? So | unbent
Good morning, Jane" l said, briskly.
Sne started. Good morning, SIR" she
replied in her listless voice
Jane" said l, DO you know the CO.
Iumbia Theatre round the corner?"
She looked puzzed-but then one can't
expect intellect in ones charwoman.
II think ! know what you mean, sir
she said at last, with nod of her drab,
untidy head
Jane" l continued, impressively, "a
most beautiful young lady dances there
every night, and she mas danced her way
into my affections. l speak of Adoree