The Monmouth inquirer. [volume] (Freehold, N.J.) 1865-1933, 1923-11-15
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The Tie That Bound

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Sam Hawkins, city salesman for
Dobson & Co., was very round and fat
and his appetite was large and hearty.
Consequently it was natural that he
should fall victim to the diminutive
and ethereal looking Miss Potter, the
new stenographer, almost The first
moment he set eyes on her
1t was astonishing the first day she
came, how much of Hawkins work
had to be transacted in the office with
Timmons, whose desk commanded
fine view of the stenographic depart
ment Hawkins had seen thousands
of girls He had made love IN a mild
way to a number of them. But there
was something about Miss Potter
she was so small, so delicately form
ed, so perfect he thought, in every
way that-well-
Gee, she's a peachl" he whispered,
as he draped himself over Timmons
desk under the shallow pretense OF
transacting necessary business. isn't
she the most refined looking girl you
ever saw?''
Kind of peachy-looking, returned
Timmons, indifferently. mo style.p
Hawkins puffed up Indignantly.
'Style!" he repeated. ."You don't know
a lady when you see one, you hick
suppose if she'd doll herself up in one
Of these low-necked, short-sleeved
denominations instead of that nice. sen,
sible respectable"
Timmons interrupted the flow Of
eloquence with laugh Il beg youl
pardon" he said, q had no intention
Of knocking your little friend really
hadn't noticed her much, to ten you
the TRUTH
Hawkins merely snorted and depart
ed.
1t was odd how much of his time
Hawkins had to pass in the office ar-
Ter that, and he continued to hang
around Timmons' desk until Timmons
protested.
Say" he demanded one day, "how
much longer are you going to let this
romantic affair of yours interfere with
business? Why don't you start some
thing with the young lady instead of
making yourself conspicuous by your
attentions to me? Go on over and talk
to her. Invite her to go to lunch with
you"
81 thought of that" said Hawkins,
sadly. But if did She'd have to see
me eat.'
81 admit that is a sight to make
strong girl tremble," guffawed Tim
mons. still, she herself must eat oc-
casionally."
Hawkins glanced furtiyely in Miss
Potter's direction. 81 wish l could
catch her at it," he said. eff 1 could
maybe she wouldn't seem so much like
a-a-s
Fairy. angel or what?" queried
Iimmons.
ooh. l don't know rejoined Haw-
kins uncomfortably. "But she's so
darned little and pretty and dainty
and sweet it seems as if she must live
on the stuff the .poets>-feed 'em on,
don't you know? Dew and honey and
that kind of thing. 1t doesn't seem as
if we're in the same class,
"You certainly aren't roared Tim
mons, eff she doesn't eat
Things had moved along in this I'M
satisfactory way. for several weeks be
fore fate stepped in and Strengthened
out the situation. Hawkins never han
progressed beyond the point Of occas
ionally debating stray letter to the
object of his admiration, when one
day, pausing at the door of restau
rant, his eyes suddenly fell upon the
dainty form Of Miss Potter, VINO was
seated at table hardly six feet away
from him. In front of her was a large
llate of corned beef and cabbage
thanking the. central deIicacy were
generous portions of creamed potatoes
corn on the cob, tomato salad, several
varieties of pickles, large cup of cot
fee and piece of apple pie.
AS Hawkins gazed upon her, rooted
to the spot, she raised an ear of corn
to her dainty lips. She also raised her
eyes and recognized Hawkins Haw-
kins biushed furiously, but Miss Pot
ter. quite unabashed beckoned to him.
Come on over here" she called,
smiling Hospitality. Hawkins stumbled,
over to tie table and sat down.
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