Northern Wisconsin advertiser. [volume] (Wabeno, Wis.) 1898-1925, 1919-02-28

pot of sleeping Young Hyson. he be
held fair young creature, with red
| cheeks. eyes. like violets. retrousse
nose. and hair of dainty, drugstore
| flaxen hue
You guessed it, reader.
1t was Sadie.
For weeks had this wonderful pic
| ture hung in Harry's mind. For weeks
had he argued the question of mar
rage pro and con. At times he had
been on the point Of laying bare his
| soul and begging Sadie to go with him
| to the courthouse and clergy, and thus
make him the happiest beauty doctor
on earth.
Yet, always, before he could seize
| her fair hand and begin his matrimoni-
al canvass, still small voice had
warned him that before he hitched
| his chariot to marriage license he
| must needs address Satan in the terms
of the Biblical command. eschew his
undignified and dangerous calling. and
| cast about him for a more genteel and
| desirable vocation.
He knew that already a post-office
inspector was camping on his trail, and
| he knew not the day nor the hour
| when a cruel and untimely govern
mental jolt would relegate the institu-
ton of scientific Identification into the
discard. necessarily had the sinister
vision of the post-Office inspector been
haunting him, fitting into his dream
| by night, harassing his thoughts by
day.
| What-marry Sadie while standing
thus upon the thin ice of his profess
sional life? No. it wouldn't be right
to commit such reckless act.
| He had therefore cast about him for
buyer upon whose shoulders to I'M
load the institution of latter-day
learning. And yesterday he had found
man who had offered him thousand
dollars for the gay enterprise, for
ever to have and to hold. He had ac-
copied the offer, and closed the deal
with impatient dispatch.
And now he had resolved to turn his
youthful energies into the real-estate
business, place a "best investment"
upon Sadie's finger. and become de-
sirable citizen beyond the pale of post
! office inspectors and kindred worries
of his hitherto dangerous pursuits.
Little wonder that Harry's thoughts
were thronged with fiatirOns, fiapjacks,
frying pans and fluffy kimonos instead
of with the unregenerate details of a
business taboo!
Harry pulled himself together,
wheeled his chair about with sudden
ness that startled Sadie, and said:
"Sade, I've been wanting to tell you
something for a good many weeks
"What's on your mind, kiddo?" asked
the girl coyly.
"Well," pursued the beauty doctor,
GIVE come to the conclusion that this
correspondence school graft isn't ex-
actly the stunt for an ambitious young
chap like me. I've been cleaning up
quite a bit of velvet in it, but the fact
is it's not precisely on the level. You
know that, SADIE.
"It amt the sort of business that a
man would like to have his wife, for
instance. tell the neighbOrs her hus-
band was in. 1t amt what he'd like
to leave to his son when it came to
an aerial in the direction of the sweet
by-and-by.
"Worse than that, there's been a
post-office inspector hanging round
here for a couple of weeks trying to
| get q line on the institution. I've
stopped him and snapped conversation
with him a number of times myself,
He's one of these smooth guys, and
never tipped it off that he was inter-
ested in the school at all.
| But I've caught him wandering
round here entirely too often to make
me feel comfortable. His shopping
round here is getting on my nerves,
SADIE. and I've decided to sell and get
out from under before they let some
thing drop on me.
"My successor takes charge tOmOr-
row. I'm going to take whirl at the
real-estate business, SADIE. What do
YOU think of that?" he added trium-
phantly, with a conscious blush of
pride.
ooh, get out" said Sadie. "Are you
on the level?"
con the dead level, SADIE. And lis
ten" he continued, drawing his chair
closer to hers. "I'm doing it all for
you, grille.
"It will be hard for me, awfully
hard, to break into anything like the
real-estate business after being in this
correspondence work so long, and I've
q bunch I'll have a hard time getting
to like the new business. but I'm do
ing it for you, so that | can be on the
| level and decent and look folks in the
face from now on.
you've had me on the run ever
since you began pounding out form
letters for me. I'm all TO the psyche
pathic about you. You've panhandled
nv pump for fair, SADIE, and / want
YOU to marry me. Gee. but love you,
kiddo, and I've got just the contest lit
tie fat all picked out!
Harry rose, took step In Sadie's di-
rection, then suddenly paused.
strange look had come into Sadie's