The L'Anse sentinel., 1923-11-30
That's
Different
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BY MORRIS SCHULTZ
&c. 1874. Western Newspaper Union.)

(pHHAT fellowT' Lizzie, the Dlonue
= manicurist In the hotel, tossed
her head scornfully. II wouldn't 60
out with him If he was to cover me
with diamonds"
"You got a swell chance, Lizzie" re-
sponded the telephone girl. mo dia-
monds growing on him."
"Well, should say not. Say, Amy,
II he asks me again I'm going out with
him, just for the fun Of II. That's Eve
times he's asked me now; every time
he stays here"
He sure Is stuck on you, Lizzie"
Amy answered. "He looks kinder
cheap to me, though"
Cheap? guess it'd take a pair Of
dentists pincers to extract anything
from him."
Lizzie was a favorite with all the
travelling men who stayed at the hotel.
In fact she was famous all along the
route. She was Jolly companion, In
fact possessed all the qualities that
travelling men require In their dinner
companions, which are presumably
only known to travelling men.
Both girls looked after the subject
Of this conversation as he fingered UNI
certainly in the lobby Of the hotel. HiS
name was Amos Smith, and he trav-
eled In hosiery, and he certainly did
not look like the sort Of man girl
would want to go out with.
He was five feet six. with a tiny
mustache, sharp face, sleek, plas-
tered hair and worried, nervous ex-
preston. His hands were knobby and
and his feet were large.
He approached Lizzie with an in
gratiating smile. Morning, Miss LIZ
zie," he said blandishingly. "Now
would you-wouldnt you-would you
come out to dinner with me topight?"
The little runt did have an engaging
smile; Lizzie had to admit that as she
looked at him.
"Would /, wouldn't II" she retorted.
"Why-well, don't see why
shouldn't, Mr.. Smith"
She had to drop her head at once to
hide the smile that came over Mr..
Smiths face. 1t was a smile Of happy
simplicity-utter simplicity.
swell, guess I'll have to be get
ting back below to the finger-parlor,
Amy" she said, "Sure, Mr.. Smith, I'll
be ready at six o'clock, If that will
suit you"
She turned to Amy as he went away.
"Say, I'm going to make him take me
to Rusterman's,p she said.
swell, guess so, Lizzie, and show
afterward," answered the telephone
girl. MAKE him pay up good; it's
only right when he takes swell girl
like you out"
Despite the scorn that Amy poured
upon little Smith, she saw with a sort
Of wistfulness Lizzie, attired in all
her war paint, meet Mr.. Smith that |
evening in the lobby. Amos Smith
certainly looked queer, and yet-there
was something about him he
almost looked gentleman. And all
at once Amy found herself beginning
to like Lizzie's escort.
Treat him nice, Lizzie" she whis-
pered 10 her friend.
"You bet" said Lizzie. 'Tll make
him give me swell time"
Amy noticed how carefully Mr..
Smith held the door open for Lizzie.
Gee, I guess she's been overlooking
something" she said.
She was on duty late-very late that
night. 1t was nearly half-past twelve
when finally Mr.. Smith and Lizzie ap-
peared. Very ardently he saw her to
the desk-she had room In the hotel
He raised his hat and took his leave.
my. what little gentleman" said
Amy. swell, dear. what sort Of time
did you haver
"Oh. middling," said Lizzie, looking
down. .
did he take you to Rusterman'sr'
"What. him7 No, sir, he took me
to a dairy lunchroom."
Amy gasped. "well Of all the mean
sneaks!" she exclaimed. II wouldn't
have gone. And a show afterwardT
"Oh, sure We went to the movies"
"Sayszhow much do you reckon the
evening cost himr
"Oh. maybe two plunks," said LIZ
zie.
Amy gasped again. "Say, what's
the matterT she demanded "You
don't act natural"
"Why, Amy, he-he asked me to
marry him soon as we got outside and
so-why you don't suppose I'd let him
throw away his money on swell joints
and shows when he's saving up to buy
furniture, do Your