Hopkinsville Kentuckian. [volume] (Hopkinsville, Ky.) 1889-1918, 1917-12-01
PRINCE MAKES CALL.
BY LOUISE OLIVER.

one she liked the best.
She liked them both as each appealed
to a different side Of her with equal
force. There were two sides to Anne
as there are to most American girls
the dreamy, aesthetic, poetical side
which is every woman's by nature, the
mystic, highly imaginative strain that
incllnes to the superstitious and ex-
plains their love Of cats; and the
wholesome, hearty, frank, sunny side,
Independent and reliant, contemptuous
Of the covert, fond Of athletics, and
bulldogs.
1t was impossible for her to make
up her mind which Of the two men she
cared for most, they were so utterly
unlike. Gerson de Palma, dark and
Spanish looking, although he boosted
of ancestors in every American war,
was the last word In culture.
Jerry Tilford was the name Of the
other. He appealed to Anne's indie
pendent side-the side that liked ath-
letics and bulldogs. Moreover Jerry
had a bulldog-a snub-nOsed brindle
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TO him as "who') looked villainous but
wept real tears, sat on a chair at the
table, and scared the life out of the
park babies by kissing them dog-fash-
ion whenever he got a chance.
Jerry was rather thickly set up
his tailor wept over the way his coats
hiked up his back. His fingers were
stubby and short and his eyes were
| gray and about as languorous as two
electric headlights. He smoked black
cigars, affected tan shoes, loved soft
hats, and Prince-and Anne.
J One day Anne had a headache, a
bad one, the kind where you're afraid
you won't die-the kind where not
only your head aches but every other
organ too is crying out against exist
ence. Anne's mother answered two
telephone calls with the news of Anne's
! lndlspositiOn, which Immediately
brought two notes by special messen-
gers. Gerson wrote: "How long to
soothe your poor tormented brow"
Jerry's envelope was bulkier, having
an enclosure: you've been eating too
much candy, Annie girl, and it's all my
fault. I'm sending you two grains Of
calomel-take it in eight doses and
then tell your mother to give you a
tablespoonful of castor oil. 1 know
what sick headache is, you poor child"
Anne was angry-then took the
medicine and got better. She answered
Jerry's note instead of Gerson's.
But Gerson got in his inning when
he gave her the cat. 1t was q beauti-
full creature with long silky fur, tail
like fox's brush, and deep blue eyes.
Jerry hated 1t and Prince hated it
and Prince had to stay at home now on
girl nights.
But Jerry had to go away and leave
his fences unguarded-Oil wells near
: Tulsa claimed him for two weeks, and
he went with trepidatiOn. He stocked
up his lady-lOve with more flowers and
candy, extracted a promise that she
would answer his letters and departed,
leaving Prince to Sansuki, his Jap, to
be aired, Jared and cared for gen.
orally.
SansuH was busy all day so he and
Prince walked at highland one night
they went past Anne's.
Now Prince was not accustomed to
passing that lawn without turning in,
so in spite of the Jap's whistling he
persisted in making friendly call and
trotted up the steps. Then stopping
suddenly he drew back and growled in
particular straw mat lay the hated cat.
He let out wild, indignant bark and
plunged madly at his enemy, which
flew, a silver-gray streak, out into the
darkness and up a poplar tree on the
lawn.
"Prince-oh, Prince come herew
called Anne. bad doggie. Prince,
here Prince"
The bulldog still barked at his in
visible enemy, but was now a paeon
Of victory. The undesirable one had
fed, and that was all he wanted.
"Prince, come here"
This time he hardened. And remem-
bering the mat, now his for the taking,
he catapulted back to the porch, up
the steps and vaulting right into An
mes lap, full 60 pounds of canininity.
Anne screamed with surprise, and
Prince dropped to the floor. Then De
Palma kicked poor Prince with stun
ming force straight between the eyes.
That decided for Anne In an instant
what had worried her for a year.
And this Is the letter Jerry got In
Tulsa:
"Dear Jerry:
"Prince has been sick, but is con-
valescing nicely at my house. I've
given the cat away. l like dogs bet
ter. When are you coming homer II |
seems years since you went away. I've |
something to tell you"
And whatever II was. Jerry took the
next train.
Copyright. 1917. by the Mcclure Newspa-
per Syndicate.)