The Bennington evening banner. (Bennington, Vt.) 19??-1961, 1922-09-01
Observation-Disclosures
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BY ANNIE NJ. coRelN
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Priscilla was twenty, rather pretty,
rather cleyer-Iust about the right
sort OF girl for Il rather good'look'
ing rather capable sort of d fellow,
such MS John was. Somehow or other,
though, Priscilla hadn't wanted to an
swer "Yes" when the great, big ques.
tion came along, BECAUSE she had all
ways been more or less coquette, and
she wanted frghtfully to have John
realize that size could make, Oh just
dozens OF men perfectly foolish about
her.
That moment0us night rs though
she had suspected something she left
the telegraph office where she worked
more In hurry than usual, and when
she reached home, and dressed, 1t was
surprising what furry she was In.
But you would never have known It,
and OF course John didn't either, when
he saw her coming down the stairs
In fact she was so alarmlngly self
possessed and polite TINT, naturally he
became confused and, instead Of CIV
ing her his new straw hat (bought
that very evening at an outrageous
price, especially for the occasion), he
dropped 1t, and handed her his rub
bers
That was obviously bad start for
both Of them.
John was commonplace, perhaps,
but ever so much more restful than
the cave person might turn ont to be,
But you know what women do, jutt
the same. They are extremely irrltat-
ing. because they do insist on hav'
ing their cave men, and you know all
the time that they don't know what
they are talking about. Wen, hours
and hours of time limped past by the
time twelve o'clock struck the minutes
began actually to trot Before any
more of them could get by him John
asked her. He couldn't talk by this
time, so he whispered II.
And, OF course, she said she wouldn't.
and he put his rubbers on and went
home, and they were both miserable.
Well, here she was again in that
hQrrid office, ticking away at the most
monotonous messages. AS If she cared
whether Samuel had cut a tooth or
not, or, for that matter, whether Ell
mer Higgins was coming, and wanted
Peter Trudger to meet him She hoped
Elmer Higgins would miss his old
train, and that Peter Trudger would
have to trudge home again. And as
for caring whether Western Coal had
gone down two points, and the thing
to do was to buy She hoped Abrash
(what silly name y would forget to
buy, and would be miserable about it
afterwards. You see, she was miser'
able herself and it didn't seem so bad
If she knew other people were nusen
able, too,
There is consolation In company be
Its common emotion joyous or dismal.
She had been Wishing bad luck on
all sorts Of people for what seemed a
long, long time, when a rather nice
looking, though extremely nervous,
young man came in He actually
blushed when she looked at him. Why,
he acted just like John had, last night,
oh! her poor, dear John!
After he had scattered the money
all over her desk, and had dropped his
change twice, he went out. Then she
read 1t, and she saw why he acted so
much like John.
MARY wilkins,
800 Pleasant ST.,
"Huntersville, -"
("Why, she lives In the same town "
said Priscilla to herself.)
- "Will you marry me2 -"
~("Why!" said Priscilla, her eyes
round, in surprised sort of way)
"Signed, Harold"
"What an idiot !" che said.
"Doesnt he dare even to ask herr
The way John did,"
Why, what a difference there was,
after ALL John had asked her face to
lace, and here was this stupid Harold
person, whom she had at first thought
nice, who had to telegraph
She didn't know just how to send
the thing, but she typed it, and gave 1t
TO young Jerry to deliver, and told him
to hurry with the answer (if there was
any,, because it was important
When he came back with the mes
sage to be sent In the same queer way
to the nervous young man, she realized
that all women were about the same,
too. 1t said 'Now
Then she wanted to do the widest
thing she ever thought Of She actu'
ally started to change 1t to Eyes. y
She blushed as she thought of 1t, and
felt al If the whole block was going to
fall over. Then she became angry, and
sent 1t, with great big No in CAPT
tails, typed with the red ribbon-but
she did 1t reluctantly.
MARY wilkins ought to know bet
ter" she said. And Mary did, for q
half-hour later young lady, whC
looked as though her whole life was q
desert of buried hopes, almost ran int
that office and sent this message:
Harold Butterield,
"403 Pleasant ST.,
"Hmtersville, -
C'Whyp' said Priscilla, "rhe yer!
same street!O
Tive changed my mind.
"Signed, MARY"