Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1918-06-12
THE DAILY
THE WOMAN H4TER
ssDEAR HELEN-1t's no use. old girl.
By NJ. d. WHITNEY

ssnEAR HELEN-1t's no use. old girl.
DYou might as well leave me alone
in my blessed singleness' and forget
you know me When your desire for
matchmaking runs high.
You see, my dear sister-no kind of
girl can interest me. You have tried
out every brand, all to no purpose.
Horrors! I shudder, yet every time
| think of that Smith girl with the
baby face. watching my every move
with her adoring eyes. If I had to
endure that longer than a week. Id
be a lead one. And that vinegar
faced Miss Glapp. with. her woman's
rights. My hair is streaked with gray
today, as a result OF having her in
fiicted on me for two days.
And Miss Munyon, the heiress-
Helen. where was your love for me
when you invited me to look after that
damsel for a perfectly good weekend?
Or was it your sweet way of teach
ing me that all is not gold that gilt
tersP
Filled with apprehension on account
of my many marrow escapes. L must
decline you kind invitation for the
coming weekend. and your newest
protege. Miss Longley, will have to
be thrust upon some other poor VIC
tim.
How are the kiddos? Will run down
to see them as soon as your guests
have gone, and I can venture forth in
safety.
"By-by, sister mine-and pardon me
for being a happy confirmed bachelor.
Lovingly yours. BOB"
"Of all the conceited, impossible, ex-
asperating brothers, Bob Thornton is
the worst" Helen Arnold threw the
letter into the hearth fire, with some
thing very near to anger flashing IN
her pretty eyes. Heavens, how I should
feel if n living person should read
that letter. and the way he talks of
those lear girls, oh. well, I suppose
there is nothing for me to do but
spend 4 miSSabIe day trying ofs to t h,tos
Longley for Bob's impoliteness.
There is one thing l am convinced Of,
no woman can ever reach that block
of ice he calls his heart"
what Bob Was Doing
That afternoon in the telegraph office
of the city, however, the same Bob
was doing a strange thing. He was ac-
tually staring at a very pretty vision
in a pink linen suit and large pink hat.
She was barely five feet tall and Bob
had always declared that he never
so ~confoundedly helpless. But somehow
this girl attracted him mysteriously
and
Gee. what a peach - he said to him
in anything else as she does in pink
buds. Wish I knew who she is"
His thoughts were interrupted by the
young lady's' voice. Il wish to send a
telegram, please. Will you take it. to
Mrs. Helen Arnold, Mountainville, n.
H.?'
Great heavens" exclaimed Bob-'my
sister Helen-wonder wht she is" Need
less TO say. he waited ~anSiously for the
message.
Dear Helen" it ran. Cannot come
before 6 o'clock train. Will arrive
Mountainville about $3.50.
"ALICE LONGLEY."
Alice Longley-Bob Thornton, you're
q fool, and everything that goes with
it," But without further reflection he
grasped a pad. and a second message
was sent to his sister. Have changed
my MINI Will arrive $50 train.
BOB"
Mrs. Arnold was surprised and re-
lieved at the two kilograms arriving at
once.
If she still bore any resentment for
Bob's first letter. she had ample re-
venge in the three days which followed.
Bob was the devoted slave of Alice
Longley, who with her sweet. quiet
manner of refusing his every attention
nearly drove him mad. When after