Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1926-03-06

basement. turned, retraced, snapped off
the receiver and helloed.
Is this Chelsea blank blank?'' came a
voice which made my heart gallop.
Say, you got the wrong number"
laughed. feeling warm and reckless and
say. What you're after is Penn.vlvor'o
blank blank"
Il still maintain that l nave ', ,.t
want. .Er-what sort Of jewelry did the
sun leave behind him this EVENING" I.
"A pearl necklace" answered soft.
Mother-o'-p pearls, they Is, all sea-washed
end tinted with rainbows. Look at 'em
strung across the sky
suppose you mean Clouds" he said.
You have great imagination, Miss Fan
ciful. You see things that never could
IT'D be a pretty dull world, I guess"
returned I. ''if folks didn't use the spec
tacles Of imagination. What made you call
me up again?''
Perhaps because I thought you might
h1 me up with pair of those spectacles.''
Hey, amt no optimistic I retorted
snappy.
LIE roared. That made me mad.
Dear me-" I simpered, cool as a blade
OF grass In the morning dew. I'm so
sorry and all that about breaking up your
little entertainment so sudden, but l got
to say adoo. The-boys is waiting for me-
You're going out tonight" he asked
wistful. : ITO Dance maybe?"
You pronounced it," returned. After
supper at the Palais well probably trickle
into the Chinaman's and wrestle while to
music"
Sounds interesting" he said. II bet
you're mighty popular"
WELL" lied. II don't exactly live in
solitary confinement"
You're pretty. too" he continued. II
know that by your voice. Say, what do
you look like? I've been conjuring up pic
lures Of you and
What do you think 1 look like?" 1
asked, daring.
WELL" he said slow, II think of you
as little and plump and dark with big eyes
that sparkle like your speech and dimple
in your chin. Am 1 right?'
Dimple in my chin What do you know?
Anybody accusing Liz Hinkleman of that.
Wow, If that don't beat the cells elbows. I'd
like to know what does.
Captain Kidder," l come back coy and
with sudden deviltry, somebody must of
mailed you my portrait
Then I've hit it?''
Like Dempsey once did Louis Angel"
"Hurrah!' he enthused. Dreams do
come true"
why, have you been dreaming
Ever since heard your voice.
WELL" retorted, dry, 'if my gentle
accents'n put you to sleep a quartet of
lions ought to sound like mammals lullaby"
Il didn't. say you put me to Sleep he
refuted. 'oTheres such a thing as day
dreaming, isn't there?" His voice was light
and careless, yet kind Of wistful under
meath, like the soft sob Of base viof in
an orchestra of sa1ophones.
We didn't say nothing for a minute.
Both Of US was stumped. Then he broke
out gay with "Now, don't you think it's
time you told me your name, little Miss
Elusve?
''What'd you do with my name?" I
growled.
I'D say it over a million times
laughed. 1 couldn't help It, The idea
Of this refined and esthetic Reginald, as l
knew he was, repeating the romantic yclept
Of Lizzie Hinkleman even q few thousand
times over tckled me like a snowstorm of
goose feathers.
"Well," / answered, there amt no
special reason for withholding it.. It's
Beth"
II like that" he said museful. Beth
-what2'
plain Beth's enough" I snapped.
Longfellow himself couldn't Of made nothing
poetic out of Hinkleman, so what was the
use of me trying? "You ought to be thank
full I'ms willing to let you term me by my
commencing cognomen without asking for
no MORE" resumed. Now what's yours?"
'They call me Harry" he sighed.
"Who does?'
LIE paused, thoughtful. Now that T
IL come to think of it, nobody does. The
janitress, the milkman and my creditors
still possess sufficient respect for my per-
son to warrant the dignifed use of my sur
name. And as there isn't any one else
Gee, no wonder you're blue / bust
out. impulsive.
I'm not-now," he denied, significant.
'But I'm afraid I'm keeping you from
some engagement. Guess I'd better call. it
q day. And tomorrow, can I phone you
at the same time just to tell you bit of
news?"
'If it's good news" agreed.
I'm hoping it will be-Beth. Beth
Beautiful. Do you mind II / call you that?
Tomorrow then. Good-by."
Did 1 mind If he called me that? Say,
I bet echoed it to myself more'n a mil
lion times. l even went to sleep with it
whispering back at me from the pillow and
woke up in the morning with it singing in
nv ears like a roomful of canaries. Beth
Beautiful! Now, where was old Liz Hin
kleman? She's like a last years snake
skin. Peeled like a water blister Beth
Beth Beautiful!