The Chickasha daily express. (Chickasha, Indian Territory [Okla.]) 1899-current, 1916-04-17
HER FRESHMAN
BY LOUISE OLIVER.

them. eat them. breathe them. ugh
can't even look al bird. And I'm
hungry"
The contents OF several paper bags
did not look inviting crackers in one,
stale rolls in another and some old ap-
pies with wrinkles. She sighed I
wish I had some Of mothers wzf1ies
and chicken. and some corn pudding
and caramel sweet potatoes and choc-
olate cake and custard pie and
Some griddlecakes and country
sausage and apple dumplings and
The masculine voice stopped. Clara
Jane turned and stared open-mouthed
at the unexpected person in the door
way. He evidently encouraged conf
dence, for she answered sadly. I've
nothing lett TO remind me Of home but
my name. ! hang on to every inch OF
it.
But you can't eat that" said the
man Its awful to be hungry
How did you get here?"
This came out Of the window.
looked up and saw no one. rang the
bell. A fat woman answered it. /
handed this in. She said instantly
It's Miss Amherst's. You take it up.
For goodness sake don't ask
thanks for that l hate it. ! threw it
out ] never want to see feather. /
work with them all day"
Now | must 60 But, say, will you
do something for me2 I'm going to a
party and my only pair of gloves need
mending. Do you think you could put
in stitch?"
"Yes. indeed I'll be glad to-"
Then III be going by in fifteen min
utes. can't come UP. Have you
anything you can let DOWN."
~I1l tie string to my hat"
"But when they are done, what will
you do?"
When they're done! oh, III just
whistle"
Fifteen minutes later Clara Jane
drew UP the hat, basketlike, containing
a large paper parcel that smelled de-
licious when opened.
Sausages, a soft-shelled crab,
baked potato, hot rolls, butter, mar
malade and cake fsom a nearby res
taurant. "I'll have to eat.
So she did-eyen the potato skin.
Then she waited for the whistle, all
evening, but none came and she was
glad Of it after all She was begin
ming TO like her Irishman.
/ Clar. Jane awoke with the birds,
country fashion. put an old buckle on
4 her hat where the feather thing had
been and drank some coffee made over
/ the gas jet. Then she went to work.
Her particular department OF the big
store was feathers. Il hate to 60 in,
she protested as she tied on her apron,
Il wonder If they won't give me roses
and flowers instead. That's the floor
above and it would be a change OF
scene as well as occupation. II | ever
get into the trimming department I'll
know the millennium has come.
Il think it's here" said voice sus-
piciously like the Irishman's.
She was talking aloud and didn't
know it. 1t came from loneliness.
Clara Jane turned and confirmed the
suspicion. Where are the gloves
was to mend2"
His face fell. Il forgot all about
them"
you told a story"
"A downright black lie. It's terrible
sorry l am"
"You don't look it. Anyway you are
forgiven"
Thank heayen!"
"The crab was fine"
"Yesmi"
"And the sausages were better!
"Yeshmi"
Don't say that again. And the po
tatoes and rolls and all the rest Of ths
stuff we're delicious. 1t saved my life.
She bent her arm. I'm as strong az
Samson this morning. | could plucl
an ostrich, much as / hate feathers.
Il came to see about it.
: about what?"
; "Giving you another position. Thii
. Is my store, Miss Lady-From-the-Coun
. try-Who-Needs-All-H -Her-Name.
my name is Clara Jane Amherst.
suppose you are Mr.. Terry if you owl
the store
"You don't seem much impressed" !"
I'm not. hate the old place. Any
way I'd rather work with the flowers
: Wont anything else do2"
! well, can't starve, so can't leave
. II you order me to the cellar to shove
coal I'll have to 60"
Worse than that. I'm going to OF
der you out Of the store and into m,
house, If you'll go. never wanted
wife until yesterday and she intro
duced herself by throwing things a
me. That's the spirit l like. Suit
my Irish blood. What do you say
mavourneen-wtll you Gomez"
WE'LL, you are direct II don't
That's no way to begin. Try
again"
"Well-maybe +
} That's better Go on"
perhaps | will
"Fine. When do you want to b
fired?"