The Bamberg herald. [volume] (Bamberg, S.C.) 1891-1972, 1922-06-01
ONE WEEK LATER

Funny, isn't it?
ONE WEEK LATER
Well, I guess now something has
happened all right! And let me say
right away that I don't like that violin
ist now, either, any better than Grand
father and Aunt Hattie. And it's not
entirely because of what happened last
night, either. It's. been coming on for
whichever since I first saw him
talking to Theresa in the hall when
she let him In one night week ago.
Theresa is awfully pretty, and I
guess he THINKS so. Anyhow, I heard
him telling her so in the hall, and she
laughed and blushed and looked side
ways at him. Then they saw me, and
he stiffened up and said, very proper
and dignifed, Kindly hand my card
to Mrs. Anderson" And Theresa said,
"Yes, sir" And she was very proper
and dignifed, too.
Well, four days ago I saw them
again. he tried to put his arm around
her that time, and the very next day
he tried to kiss her, and after min
ute she let him. More than once, too.
And last night heard him tell her
she was the dearest girl in all the
world, and he'd be perfectly happy If
he could only marry her.
Well, you can Imagine how I felt,
when T thought all the time it was
Mother he was coming to see! And
now to find out that it was Theresa he
wanted all the time, Dd-he was only
coming to see Mothel: so he could see
Theresa!
At first, .ycs angry-just plain an
CRY; and Z was frightened, too, for I
couldn't help worrying about Mother
for fear she would mind, you know,
when she found out that it was The
resa that he cared for, after all. I
remembered what lot Mother had
been with him, and the pretty dresses
and hats she'd put on for him, and all
that. And I thought how she'd broken
engagements with Mr.. Easterbrook to
90 with him, and it made me angry all
over again. And I thought how mean
it was Of him to use poor Mother as a
kind of shield to hide his courting OF
Theresa I was angry, too, to have
my love story all spoiled, when I was
getting along so beautifully with Moth.
or and tho vio1iniSt
But I'm feeling better now. I've
been thinking it over. I don't believe
Mothers going to care so very much.
I don't believe she'd want q man that
would pretend to come courting her,
when all the while he was really court
ing the hired girl mean maid. Be-
sides, there's Mr.. Easterbrook left
(and one or two others that I haven't
said much about, as didn't think they
had much chance.) And 80 far as the
love story for the book is concerned,
that isn't spoiled, after all, for 1t will
be ever so much more exciting to have
the violinist fall in love with Theresa
than with Mother, for, Of course, Their
esa isn't in the same station Of life at
all, and that makes it .a-a mess-alli-
ance. q don't remember exactly what
the word is; but I know it means an al
lance that makes mess Of things be-
cause the lovers are not equal to each
other.) Of course, for the folk who
have to live it, it may not be so nice;
but for my story here this makes it
all the more romantic and thrilling. So
that's all right
Of course, so far, I'm the only one
that knows, for I haven't told it, and
I'm the only one that's seen anything.
Of course, I shall warn Mother, if I
think it's necessary. so she'll under
stand it isn't her, but Theresa, that the
violinist is really in love with and court
ing. She won't mind, I'm sure, after she
thinks of itaa minute. And won't it be
a good jokeSon Aunt Hattie and Grand
father when they find out they've been
fooled all the time, supposing it's
Mother, and worrying about it?
Oh, l don't know! This Is some
love story, after all
TWO DAYS LATER
What do you suppose has happened
now? Why, that wretched violinist is
nothing but a deep-dyed villain! Lis
ten what he did. He proposed to
Alphabetically proposed to her-and
after all he'd said to that Theresa girl,
about his being perfectly happy If he
could marry her. And Mother-Moth
er all the time not knowing! Oh, I'm
so glad was there to rescue her! I
don't 14ean at the proposal-I didn't
hear that. But afterward.
It was like this:
They had been out autOmobillng--
Mother and the violinist. I was in my
favorite window-seat, reading, when
they came home and walked into the
library. They never looked my way
at all, but just walked toward the FIRE
place. And there he took hold Of both
her hands and said: