The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1930-02-27
Gasoline and
Blossoms
By ELIZABETH HARINc

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- that love should be the tempestu-
Gus element Of ones existence-with
thrills, heartaches. moonlight nights
and stolen kisses. She craved story
book illusions and a fairy prince. But
with Bill Bailey constantly in her
background there seemed small pros
pect for glamourous enchantment In
her love world. Steady. prosaic Bill
who managed service station and
who was as unromantic as his name
and occupation.
But the Fairy Prince did come. Not
in gorgeous trappings nor with pomp
and ceremony. He simply took Job
at one of the linotype machines in the
composing room of the same newspa-
per where June worked. She first
glimpsed him while she waited for
her street car. He sat with his back
to the plate glass window and she
noted with esthetic delight how the
April sun deepened the shadows In
his dark hair and brought into cameo
relief the perfection Of his features.
One day he seemed to sense her In
terest, for he turned his head and
June thrilled and blushed at the fash
ing smile-the eloquent glance from
brown eyes.
She discovered that the man Of her
dreams-for so she called him In her
thoughts-was more prosperous than
the usual run of newspaper mechan-
les. From her window in the classf.
fed ads she had seen him park a
sport roadster of expensive make
when he came to work and the way
he looked the car over and pocketed
the keys indicated ownership His
clothes. too, had careless elegance
lacking in Bill Bailey's ready-mades.
June suddenly acquired the habit
of going home for lunch-and this
gave her two daily opportunities for
wordless greeting with her knight Of
the window. One noon he smiled as
usual-then made a quiet expressive
gesture which she interpreted as a
signal to wait for him.
A few excited moments passed for
June. She wondered what they would
talk about-for surely he meant that
he was coming out. She watched him
set a few more lines and pick up the
hot type slugs from his machine Then
he disappeared into back room.
Presently a gangling youth with a
smudge Of ink on his chin came from
the composing room and handed her
note.
"Van Ostrand told me to give you
this" he said and left without fur
Their remarks.
June saw at glance that It had
been set up on the machine and the
letters were slightly smudged.
"Dear Miss Kennedy" she read !;
'.you see have found out who you
are-but I prefer to call you Blue
Eyes. l have been dreaming dreams
and seeing visions since your smiles
came into my life-but, alas!-I have
little hope Of their naturalization. I
fear, Blue Eyes-we speak different
language. But you are very lovely
and lovable.
II shall be sad until you smile at
me, Blue Eyes. But if you never wait
again outside my window-my yester-
days will still mirror your sweetness
my tomorrOws never be as dark.
"Hopelessly yours.
cyan"
June had just finished reading this
puzzling communication when Jim
Stillwell, the editor, came up.
"Jim." she asked. "what kind of a
fellow is Van Ostrand?"
StillweH regarded her curiously.
"a prince if you ask me! Steady as
a clock-college education-no bad
habits. His folks are well to do
ranchers near Pendelton. No money
worries and no wife-but it's sure
tough luck!"
"Why, what do you mean?" gasped
June; with all those advantages I'd
say he was decidedly lucky!"
Money and Jobs aren't everything
June" commented Stillwell, glancing
hastily at his watch and moving on
Evans a deaf mute-and-"
A raucous blast drowned the rest
Of his sentence as Bill Bailey ratified
up to the curb in a service car June
stared at Bill as If she were seeing
him for the first time in her life. Good
old Bill in his greasy coveralls.
"Hop inl" commanded Bill. He was
like that. 'Thirty minutes yet before
the whistle"
June hoped. She also snuggled as
close as the hour and traffic rules
would permit. Bill was redolent of
gasoline-but somehow it was more
pleasing TO her senses than the lotus
blossoms of her dreams.
"Bill, there's lots of tragedy in life,
isn't there? One day we dream dreams
and see visions-the next day there's
nothing but broken fancies and"
! Jaw, June-how do you get that
way?" interrupted Bill with a cheerful
grin. "There's always me And there's
a ring in Upton's jewelry store that
will knock you for a row. Want to
see it, honey?"
BILL" replied June. very earnestly,
"there is such thing as the psyche
logical moment-and 1 guess you
grabbed It. Let's go look at that ring!"
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