The Wisconsin tobacco reporter. (Edgerton, Wis.) 1877-1950, 1919-07-04
THE DREAM LADY
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BY ANNA L. FINN.

as the uduuS VI Tie ClOCh IodCucu y
in the office of Hill & Co., Robert Lor-
ing, head bookkeeper, familiarly known
as 'sBob," hastily donned his hat and
coat and with CHEEKY "Good night"
to all made his departure.
Living a short distance from the
Office, he decided to walk home, as the
evening was quite delightful. He thor
oughly enjoyed the crisp, clear air,
and on the whole was on good terms
with himself and the world in gen.
eral.
After walking a few blocks, as he
turned into FelleSmere avenue, he be-
held little gray runabout standing in
the middle Of the road, and it's occu-
papt. q dainty bit Of femininity, ap-
pafentiy In state of perplexity. Bob
took In the situation at a glance, "AhT
he exclaimed, "a lady in distress; me
to the rescue!"
Suiting the action to the word, he
very CALAMITY approached her and po-
litely removing his hat, inquired: par
don me, but is there anything | could
do to assist yOu?" At the sound Of a
voice, the lady turned around to face
Bob, who was not little embarrassed.
"Oh, thank you for Offering" she
ventured to remark, "but, really, am
afraid this engine is stalled. can't
seem to bulge it. Do you know any
thing about automobiles"
"Why, a little" modestly admitted
Bob. 81 have a car Of my own and
frequently ] have to get out and get
UNDER Let me have a look at it." ),
After careful examination, he located
the cause of the difficulty and soon had
the engine going full speed.
ooh, it was perfectly lovely of you
to help me-" the fair one exclaimed.
Thank you very much"
"Oh, that's all right" replied Bob ;
''the pleasure is all NINE"
With this the lady stepped into her
car, and Bob stood by in silent admira-
ton. He thought he had never seen
such a fair creature-she was just his
ideal. Before he knew it, however, the
car was moving on it's way, and Bob
the middle of the road staring into.
vacancy.
"Well, Of all the chumps," he NUT
tered. There was perfectly good
chance for romance and let it get by
me. Why didn't I give her one of my
cards? That might have opened up
our friendship, and who knows but"
ooh, WELL" he soliloquized, 81 guess
I'll never see her again, but it's my
own fault"
AS he proceeded to walk home he
thought Of the incident and could not
seem to get the fair vision out Of his
mind.
Upon reaching the Office next morn
ing he related the experience to his
friend and business associate, Charles
Worthington, in the hope Of getting
some advice. After listening to the
tale, Charlie remarked: "Well, you
certainly had a very unique experience,
Bob, but I'm afraid it's too late to do
anything about it now. But why not
forget about her?'
"Forget her nothingr Bob ex-
claimed. just dream about her,
so I've come to call her my dream
lady, and I'll find her yet"
Days passed, however, and Bob
failed to find any traces of his dream
lady" He now realized that she would
never be anything to him but dream.
About two months after the incl
dent, as Charlie was leaving for home
one evening, he remarked: "Why don't
you come home to dinner with me to-
night, Bob? My wife would be glad
to meet you and / think we could
spend a pleasant evening together"
"All right, / WILL" Bob concluded,
glad of chance to break the mOnot-
Ony.
So the two started out for the home
Of Charles Worthington, pretty little
bungalow in a nearby suburb. Upon
reaching the house they were ushered
into the living room, and presently
Mrs WorthingtOn made her appear
ance. At sight of her Bob felt himself
grow weak. IF there had been any
possible means of an escape he would
have beaten hasty retreat, for there,
standing before him, was his ''dream
lady,"
'Let me introduce my wife, Mrs.
Worthington," announced Charlie.
"Oh," exclaimed Mrs. Worthington
in establishment, II think we have
met before. Why, aren't you the gen.
tleman who helped me fix my runabout
on the avenue about two months ago.?
"Why-er-er, I wouldn't be sur
prised," stammered Bob.
swell, Bob Loring, do you mean to
tell me that my wife is your dream
lady?" asked Charlie, incredulously.
"Oh, do tell me about the dream
lady," interrupted Mrs. Worthington,
cit sounds so interesting"
"Not now, please" begged Bob.
So the subject was evaded, much to
the relief of Bob, and the party pro-