The Rock Island Argus and daily union., 1922-03-22
YOUNG GOLD MAID" MARRIES.
By Pauline Mitchell,
Copyright, 1922, by Wheeler Syn
dicate, lnc)

| tCopyrlgni, 1S22, by Nheeler Syn
| dicate, lnc.)
Pier street in the dim past had
almost been a fashionable thor
oughfare Citizens in comfortable
circumstances had erected upon
this long avenue. lined with spien-
| did examples of elm treehood, fash
| ionable red-brick dwelling places
with open fireplaces and low cell
ings, not to mention the wide door
steps, daily scrubbed, and the brass
knockers that nearly blinded the
eye when the sun flashed upon
them.
But as the city grew. with the
incoming of hundreds of new in
dustries, so did the street, and in
the period of its growth it lost its
splendid caste. The pier which
gave it's name to the avenue was
sold. The property being leased to
a brewers establishment. the brew
er razed four beautiful houses and
on their sites placed large stable
Corner residences became saloons.
Signs of furriers and bakeries ap-
peared in the parlor windows of
several dwellings. Garages ap-
peared, and the clang of the auto
truck and the 'chattering of the
Upper-Story Women's club combin-
ed were like incoherent blasts from
Gabriel's trumpet calling to the
long departed Pier streeters to
come and whisper over the changes
time had wrought there.
1t was uponsthis street that Ter
esa was born. She was, in her
early CHILDHOOD, a quiet girl, sort
of reserved, an old maidish type
that runs to long curls and thin
legs, and il it hadn't been for Ell
eanpr, next door, Teresa's girlhood
and even womanhood, would have
been a dreary affair. The two lit
tie ladies, so sedately dressed and
exalted of manner, and who seem
ed to uphold the streets ancient
standard as they strutted along on
their Sunday walks, developed one
of those friendships that if one is
tickled the other laughed to keep
her company: if Teresa cried be-
cause her tooth ached, tiny tears
would spring to Eleanor's eyes in
quick sympathy for her chum
Teresa's mother was a stout, sad
woman, whose only dissipation was
relating lengthy accounts of the
many heroic actions of her numer-
Gus ancestors and relatives. The
father, ''Old DAN" was stout,
slow, contented man. handsome in
a masculine way. who satisfied his
longing for work in the arduous
task of construction foreman OF a
large apartment house uptown.
1t was in this atmosphere that
little Teresa grew up. ironing the
seemingly million piece laundry,
washing the numerous greasy
dishes. Contrary to her friend,
Eleanor. upon reaching her 22nd
birthday, entered business college,
dragging Teresa after her in a
whirlwind of enthusiasm, acquired
beau, and settled in an office
where there wasn't much to do
and lots of nice fellows around"
Teresa was now left to talk to
herself, if she wanted to talk, as
by herself she walked to and from
the Office, because Eleanor's young
man did the honors for that. cave
woman. This solitude was a fer
tile condition for the secret yearn-
ing for her "dream-boy," which no
young lady is free from. Even Kay
Anderson, son of the Pier street
garage proprietor. as was visibly
testified by four parallel scratches
upon his face, was unable to salts
fy her dreams, when on one Christ
mas eve he endeavored to imprint
a kiss upon his cheek.
Perhaps his failure was due to
the contempt of familiarity, for she