Atlanta tri-weekly journal. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1920-19??, 1922-08-17
ANDREW AND IMOGENE
BY ROE FULKERSON.

wv called Imogene, as she heard him
coming. up stairs to the sitting
room. She rushed through the door and
closed it after her. SIC kissed him and then,
getting behind hin, put both hands over his
eyes.
''Now you walk in and don't you dare peep.
1 have something to show you, but you
mustn't look till I am Nready."
ga poor blind candidate seeking the light"
exclaimed Andrew, as he walked unsteadily
in the direction Imogene guided his waver-
ing footsteps 'tYou won't let nothin bite
me, will you puddns? And promise me also
that no pretty girl shall take advantage of
my helpless condition and kiss my ruby lips,
"Now," said Imogene, hating him in front
of his Morris chair. .'You may look.Y
"The chair was upholstered and freshly
polished with furniture polish and shone like
new.
Andrew looked at it pathetically mo-
ment but said nothing.
isn't it finer" asked Imogene.
"Er ., why .1+ yes indeed indeed" said An.
awful nice to do it, Now get me out the new
smoking jacket you gave me Christmas and
/ will wear it every Gay and - he sighed
as he said it, "you fish my smoking
things out of the pockets of the old one and
throw them away
He stood looking at the chair with evident
| distress.
"Why don't you sit down in ito" asked
| Imogene. Don't you like it? The old one
was full Of holes End bumps and the cushions
| were worn and it looked TERRIBLE
| eyes, darling" said Andrew, sitting down
in the new chair. "It was just as sweet and
| good of you as it could be to fix it, just as
il was dear and thoughtful of you to buy me
| that new smoking jacket at Christmas.
Gp1Tt nfi IaoTT oxyfvH
! that new smoking jacket and wearing that
| old one which has holes in the elbows, and
| told you the other one was nice and want.
| ed to keep it to wear when there were peo-
pie around; but am going to confess to
| you now that / lied to you about it. love
! every hole in the old jacket, and even my
| pipe draws better when I.have that jacket on.
| II also loved every, hole in the old chair
| and the rev upholstery makes me feel like
was away from home on visit and I am
| just as unhappy in it now as ii fate had
| brought me new wife instead Of you.
| ''She might have been ornamental, better
| looking, or what an outsider would call an
| improvement, but / am used to you and you
are used to me, and wouldn't trade you
| for any other woman who ever did todde.
| "That chair was the same way. Every
| bump in it fitted into a depression in me.
Every hole in it was denied there by some
protrusion on my frame, and when l sat
! down in it fitted it like peeved baby fits
| the crook Of it's mothers arm
IT know these are not nice things to tell
| you, but in year or two l am going to get
\ this new uncomfortable looking jacket and
| that beautifully uncomfortable chair fitted to
me again, and am telling you so you will I'M
| derstand that these things are a mistaken
| kindness on your part which you have not
| understood.
| 'As the asthma Cf the old lady and the
rheumatic groanings of her husband endear
! them, to each other so does the asthmatic
drawing of an old pipe or the rheumatic
squeaking of an old chair endear them to the
man who is used to them.
Fright here" he pointed at place on the
| back upholstery, twas dent made with
my elbow as I put my arms around you when
you used to sit on the arm of this chair
| and :"
| "Dear, am sorry" interrupted Imogene,
perching on the arm of the chair, "and we
will start at once to AXE another one"
Copyright, 1929