The St. Charles herald. [volume] (Hahnville, La.) 1873-1993, 1920-03-13

der will Mary ever wear this ring or
not?"
Sans excitement grew during that
night. and the morning of the day after
he had placed his final ad in
the outgoing mail tray his nerves
We're ragged and he simply couldn't
sit still.
by all the rules of advertiSing,'
Sam told himself, those ads ought
to do the trick. But will they? ]
haven't heard word from her.
haven't seen a. sign of her. Is that
a good or bad sign? What am | to
think about it?''
During the day Sam heard nothing
from Mary nor caught any sight of
her. And as the day dragged to its
| dreary close his spirits sank. He felt
sure that directly after the receipt of
| the third ad Mary would certainly
take pains to give him his answer as
soon as possible. But she wasn't do
| ing so. There was absolutely no word
! from her.
| Sam dragged himself to his boarding
| house after the days work with weary
steps He was worn out, his nerves
were frazZled. he was greatly discour-
| aged. He couldn't help feeling that
/ Mary was simply letting him down
easily, that her mind was made up to
refuse him. and that she was trying to
/ let him know that this was the case
before she should meet him and mere
" nod at him, instead of smiling at
him.
The next day, the second after his
mailing of the final ad. Sam felt as
though the world had gone to pieces
about his shoulders as he slowly
walked to the office. 1t was all over.
| His dream had evapOrated into thin
air. There was little, very little, LETT
| in life for him to live for.
1t was only desultory attempts at
working that Sam made during the
morning He was too blue TO do any
good work, anyhow, so shortly before
the noon hour he left his office to
make a trip through the various de-
partments. He felt as though 1t
would take his mind off his trouble
to talk with other people.
Through the bargain basement and
silks and gloves on the first floor to
mems furnishings and clOaks and suits
on the second floor Sam made his
gloomy way And then, in cloaks and
suits. he stopped suddenly. From the
other side of rack of cloakS and suits
II, l. e-f, iii ODI q
the sound of voices. One of the voices
was that of the manager of the depart
ment. while the other voice was
Mary's
Sam. after a moment of hesitation,
Strengthened his shoulders. He might
as well get the cold nod from Mary
and get it over with now as later.
II had to be done some time-noW was
as good as any. SO Sam. looking very
dignified, but awkward, writing with
despair, walked around the rack and
came face to face with Mary.
Mary didn't see him at first.
Good morning Mary" he said, pO-
Iitely, standing rigidly like soldier at
salute.
Mary looked up surprised. Her big
blue eyes met his. And then-then
Sans heart leaped. His pulses tingled.
his brain whirled, Mary was actually
smiling at him-a lovely, unmistakable
smile.
"How are you, Sam?" she asked, and
smiled again.
"S-s-say, Mary" stammered Sam, as
soon as he was able to regain control
of himself, "step into my Office min
ute. will YOU? It's right on this floor,
lust little way from here. I've got
something | want to show you"
"Why, yes" smiled Mary. I've often
thought I'd like To look at your office
to see just what sort of place it is
you work in
Sam, hardly able to contain him
self. piloted her through the door, past
his secretary and into his private Of
fee. Then, after closing the door tc
his secretary's room, he drew the en-
; gagement ring from his pocket and
without a word placed it on Mary's
finger. Finally he caught Mary into
his arms and kissed her again and
again.
, "Why. why" cried Mary at last, u
ou.ht to be provoked and angry and
all that-but I'm not I'm glad, glad
I've cared for you so long, Sam and
thought you'd never, never tell me
that YOU cared, too. | knew you cared
but thought you'd never tell me thai
you did"
"Oh. sweetheart" cried Sam, I'm
so glad you smiled at me this morn
+ ing"
He caught her in his arms again
, and as he did so he glanced at thu
outgoing mail tray on his desk. Thu
, tray was full Sam, gently releasing
: Mary, hurriedly paved through TIT
, letters. All three of his ads to Mar.
, were still there. The new mail bO,
7 had neglected to take up the mail from
Sans office for nearly a week. San
7 gasped. then chuckled as he took Mar.
q Tito his arms again. Aftor all. if I
9 hadn't been for his ads he'd neve
have had the courage to put the rim
:, on her finger After all, he was sat
o isfied-wholy satisfied.
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