Idaho County free press. [volume] (Grangeville, Idaho Territory) 1886-current, 1922-10-05

rather cleVer-JuSt about the rlgh
sort of a girl for a rather good-looR
ing rather capable sort Of fellow
such as John was. Somehow or other
! though Priscilla hadn't wanted to an
swer Eyes" when the great, big ques
ton came along, because she had al
ways been more or less a coquette, ant
she wanted frightfully to have Johr
realize that she could make, oh, just
dozens of men perfectly foolish about
her.
That momentous night, as though
she had suspected something, she left
the telegraph office where she worked
more in a hurry than usual, and when
she reached home, and dressed, 1t was
surprising what a furry she was in.
/ But you would never have known 1t,
and of course John didn't either, when
he saw her coming down the stairs
In fact, she was so alarmingly self.
possessed and polite that, 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 it, and handed her his rub
bers.
That was obviously a bad start for
both of them.
John was commonplace, perhaps,
but ever so much more restful than
the cave person might turn out to be.
But you know what women do, just
the same They are extremely irritat- |
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. Well, 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 it.
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
horrid office, ticking away at the most
messages. AS if she cared
whether Samuel had cut a tooth or
not or, for that matter, whether FL
mer Higgins was coming, and wanted
Peter Trudger to meet him She hoped
Elmer Higgins would miss his old
rain, and that Peter Trudger would
lave to trudge home again. And as
or caring whether Western Coal had
zone down two points, and the thing
o do was to buy! She hoped Abrash
what silly name y would forget to
uy, and would be miserable about 1t
fterwards. You see, she was miser-
BILE herself, and it didn't seem so bad
she knew other people were miser-
BILE, too
There is consolation in company, be
s common emotion joyous or dismal.
She had been wishing bad luck on
y sorts of people for what seemed e
ing, long time, when a rather nice
oking, though extremely nervous,
)ung man came in. He actually
ushed when she looked at him. Why,
acted just like John had, last night.
h her poor dear John!
After he had scattered the money
over her desk, and had dropped his
ange twice, he went out. Then she
ad it, and she saw why he acted so
lch like John.
MARY wilkins, 4
1909 Pleasant St.,
'Huntersville, -"
cWhy, she lives in the same town.
ID Priscilla to herself.)
- "Will you marry me? -"
,Why" said Priscilla, her eyes
md, in surprised sort of way)
Signed, Harold"
What an idiot :" she said. [
Doesn't he dare even to ask her? :
2 way John did?"
Why, what a difference there was. N
er all John had asked her face TO -
e, and mere was this stupid Harold
son, whom she had at first thought
;, who had to telegraph!
he didn't know Just how to send
thing but she typed it, and gave II
Dung Jerry to deliver, and told him
urry with the answer (if there was
}. because it was important.
hen he came back with the mes
to be sent in the same queer way
ne nervous young man, she realized
all women were about the same.
1t said "Nor
len she wanted to do the widest
she ever thought of. She actu-
started to change it to yes" !
blushed as she thought of it. and 3
as if the whole block was going to
over. Then she became angry. and ~
it, with great big No in capi- IN
typed with the red ribbon-but NJ
lid it reluctantly. E
airy wilkins ought to know pet IN
she said. And Mary did, for, a N
hour later, a young lady. who B
d as though her whole life was a III
I of buried hopes, almost ran into
Office and sent this message: 8
lrold Butterfeld, N
Pleasant ST.,
lntersville. -" 5
'hyP said Priscilla. "The very N
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