The Butler weekly times and the Bates County record. (Butler, Mo.) 1918-1950, 1921-01-06


Now. as I write, feel happier-ex-
cuse me- Telephone again. Hope lts
yOu.'
Central! :" he fairly roared this
time.
That girl Is OH the line again.
"You can't tell ME she isn't. l know
her -voice.-Yes. dear, this Is l. Sweet
heart, where are you? Tell me quick
". I'll come right there. Tell mo
quickly! Hurry. before she shuts I'd
off"
He spoke SO rapidly that his words
formed one long, incoherent yell that
echoed wildly through the big room.
"Central, want that number! !
want that girl who was talking! GodI
I must talk to her! Get her! Some
one did ring Didn't I hear 1t? Ana
heard her voice. Now. there she is
Yes, now can hear you. darling.
"Now, Central. steady moment I'M
til find out where this girl is. Where.
dear? Where? Where? Louder! She's
gone. Central! She's gone! She's
| gone!"
But suddenly he was talking over
dead wire. At the other end, badly
frightened little telephone girl was re-
porting to the chief operator tho
strange calls from the Telegram OF
flee.
virry walked back = the typewrit-
er and wrote:
ut was you again. but l couldn't
hear you.
"If | only knew where you were. 10
come to you right away. If only
knew in what direction to go, ia starr
out. But perhaps you'll call again.
and so I'll 60 on with my letter.
"There are other nights than Satur-
days that are lonely.
SUNDAY nights you used to 90 10
the theaters with me. We always hao
the same pair of seats, you remember
GLOW many songs I can remember
that YOU and | have heard togetherl
4 Shall Never Forget My First Meet
ing With You'-remember it!
."Then there was "A Woman's just q
Woman. My Boy but Good Cigar Is
n Smoke | remember you didn't ike
the song, until it came to the last
verse where it runs. "A woman'S still q
woman when cigars gone up IN
smoke'--I don't know about that,
though; | can always get another
cigar.
"rhen there was that song, 'Dearie-
How that word echoed and pulsed ana
heat through that magnificent chorus.
inst as It echoes and pulses through
my mind!
"Oh. there were so many songs 80
many plays, so many hours, SO many
events so many thoughts, SO many ex-
periences, so many pleasures! How do
YOU suppose l can write them all
down?
"They are crowding by the thou
sands up into the front of my BRAIN
demanding n place on this paper-but
l here YOU are again. II l don't get you
y this time I'll"
The telephone really rang this time
U In two bounds he reached 1t.
8 Hello" he said. Nov. Central, b<
o more careful this time. If you only
knew how much I want to talk to
u her!-Why, it's I! Why. Virry. thu
I CITY aditor! Keep off the line, sir!
"Yes, dear. hear you. I'll talk Il
n YOU when this man gets OF the line
d Hurry ND and tell me where you arr
e before he bothers us again. I'll CONT
S.? right to you.-The chief? Yes. Blu
r keen off the line, chief. I'll talk to yo'
t, ~later.
!. "What am doing here? It's clever
o'clock? Well what of that.-'iet OF
!. the line. sir! BY God, get off the line
o You've got a story for me? No, won
come downstairs.-Wait moment
+. swcetheort.-Youll send somebody u
70 here? Well, l don't want to be botf
f. ered."
logged tone was creeping int
IL Virry's voice. Somehow IT didn't seel
strange that the chief Of police shoul
al be asking him to come down to u
er sidewalk.
he He was determined to stay ut Il
telephone until he talked with Il
I'd girl.
The pain in his head suddenly b
~ came sharper: he thrust his long d
Mt. gers through his hair, right over q
place where the ache seemed u
"a rreatest.-f she could only he
rs him!
III Sweetheart! Sweetheart"
shouted franticaily. Suddenly he
to came silent. His eyes turned to o.
OH of the doors that opened into the M
way.
we Suddenly he rushed toward the do'
his arms extended. Darling! :
ON cried.
The All the longing Of his mans hes
re. sounded in that pleading. ecstatfe q
po He folded his arms, and embraced
ra- nothing!
ted His right hand went to the top
his head. He staggered and fell, "a
Wv. forward. against the door. His he
ter struck the glass, which. breakil