Atlanta tri-weekly journal. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1920-19??, 1922-04-22
ANDREW AND IMOGENE
BY Roe Fulkerson

Don't whistle like that" exclaimed Imo-
gene, impatiently
''Not another note" agreed Andrew, cheer
fully. He resumed his game of solitaire and
she bent over some work she was doing on
two books.
Five minutes passed and Andrew began
to hum little tune as he laid out his cards.
For goodness sake keep STILL" exclaimed
lmogene! Don't you know I am trying to
straighten up these books for the Ladies'
Aid society and the thing will not balance?"
"Oh, it won't, eh?" said Andrew turning
his chair around towards her. "And / am
Keeping it from balancing? 1t is my fault
Am l in any way to blame in the natter"
oh, hush up" snapped Imogene, angrily
That's it, he replied. There you 60.
Your old book won't balance and you take
it out of me.
II am the best husband in this mans
town and yet because your books won't bal
ance you pick me like a Hawaiian pick
ing on ukulele.
Your old figures won't track so you hang
me on the line and beat me like 1 was a
Bokhara rug that muddy pup had been
sleeping on.
'"The things won't add right, and vet I.
who have never been asked to help, am
blamed for the whole thing, and you throw
me down on the floor and dance a clog on
me like I was paper cornucopia full Of
sand.
Il try to be nice and stay here at home
with you and then your old books quit look
Ing alike In both columns and you won't let
me whistle those same sweet strains that Is
years ago used to lure you like the song Of
the siren out to meet me in the moonlight
sit here and hum to you to the same
sweet tunes which in our gladstone youth
you used to love to hear me sing and twang
a sweet accompaniment on the strings of a
$3.50 mail-order guitar
the bright light of my happy smile is on
you, and yet you see it not or turn aside to
Juggie hgures like bank clerk, while there
are women in this city, aye. in every citv
VINO would leave mother, home, family and
friends and follow me to the ends of the
earth for it. y.
My clean, keen, clever intellect is at YOUR
command, and my bright sayings are yours.
yet you pay little attention to me while. when
am about among my fellows, men flock
around me and listen to hear my simplest
word. particularly when I am buying
ihen, too, you stamp upon my tender
Ieehhgs' tnose touchy feelings which are so
characteristic OF bright men with the artistic
temperament. You speak short to me like
was a half-broken dog. You shout orders at
me ike was valet or a lackey You seem
TO rall In every particular to appreciate your
advantages, young woman. s
This is simply preliminargSEO9 warn yoa
mat all this spring the ca1I Of the South
seas mas been upon me. am singing with
the surf on the island shores. can see the
palms wave in the vagrant breeze. and yeu
would better handle me with care or am
going to leave you forever and 20 where the
ponds OF civilization will no longer chafa
me-" i
"''Oh, goodie, goodie," exclaimed Imogene.
10 you mean that you are willing?" de-
manded Andrew in amazement.
II don't know what you are talking
about, said Imogene, happiiy. .'I wasn't
listening L found the mistake She forgot
TO carry the seven and that threw the whole
'n1 .1l OUT. some people are so stupid.
Now tell me what you were talking about
all that time'
Nothing" said Andrew, surily turning
back to his cards.
Copyright, 1922, by 21st Century Press,
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