Montgomery County sentinel. [volume] (Rockville, Md.) 1855-1974, 1935-07-25
"A Primrose Path
By GEORGE CULLocK, JR.
Q Mcclure Newspaper Syndicate.
WNU Service.
ssVIERY neat ankles" thought Hans

| ankles twisted ana EaC0 In q mower
pot landed at his feet.
"Oh dear, my poor Primula Vul-
garis," said the girl little tearfully,
as she came down to view the scat
tered remains of pot and plant.
Hans stopped to rake the dirt and
injured flower onto his evening paper.
"Primula vulgaris Say, if you bought
this for Primula Vulgaris, you were
gypped. It's a primrose. My mother
raised lots Of 'em."
The girl seemed amazed. "You
mean-but the florist told me it was a
Primula Vulgaris. Surely he should
know"
Maybe he Does" Hans admitted
"and maybe he doesn't. I'd swear It's
a primrose. However, it might be a
good idea to let the argument. go till
later and get this into something be-
fore the roots die Of exposure"
A smile starting somewhere back
In her eyes came softly down to her
lips. "Silly," she said, and looked so
sweet that Hans knew he was going
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er's apple strudel.
They walked to her door. She hest
tated, but finally threw it open.
Hans stopped-looked. ITO think,
you, Hans Brunn, have lived five doors
from Heaven for months and never
guessed, never realized-Miss Jones,
on behalf of the Amalgamated Fur
nished Room Haters, I wish to con-
graduate you on your ability to
brighten your corner"
They laughed. II work In the cur
tain department and I've always loved
f1owers-maybe that accounts for it
ALL" said Miss Jones.
The twisted ankle was swelling,
Hans noticed. She'd better do some
thing for 1t right away. He turned
to go. LET me know how the prim-
rose-and your ankle make out" he
ventured, and closed the door.
In his room Hans warmed can Of
beans and a strip Of salt pork over
the gas. And ate ambrosia. Lit his
pipe and dreamed of smiling eyed
girl who loved flowers and fused
with curtains all day.
Hans liked curtains and flowers,
too. Four years in big city printing
plants had him yearning for little Jer-
sey print shops. Letter after letter
found their way into country news
paper offices. Always the same an
swer: no help wanted.
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erie. It was Miss Jones.
"Your evening paper" she said. TT
made an admirable stretcher. Thank
you so much" She started away, hes
itated, then: "My ankles lot better
now, Mr.. Brunn," and was off down
the hall.
"Hey, wait" Hans dashed over
the door sill, tangled his feet, and
felt the floor collide with his face.
When his vision cleared, he saw Miss
Jones Ticking a handkerchief at his
nose and looking alarmed. "Ah-h-h-hr,"
he moaned, and found his head in
Miss Jones' lap. 81 wanted to know"
said he, entranced by her eyes, eff
you could leave that convalescing
primrose long enough to go to the
movies with me. I'm lonesome"
'Primula vulgaris, not primrose"
she disagreed.
The Primula vulgaris, or primrose,
thrived. So did Hans. He couldn't
have told you why-men are like that.
Miss Jones learned to make apple
strudel. She ate it sometimes, too.
And just when cupid began to oil
up his bowstring, Hans got letter
from home. Mr.. Nabb, publisher,
wanted Hans to return to Galeton as
assistant editor to his newspaper.
Stairs are no hindrance when you get
such news. Hans went up them like
a runaway car on a roller coaster.
"Guess what, Helen-Miss Jones I"
he roared, bursting into Heaven"
"I've got it,"
Miss Jones let perfectly rinsed
stocking sink back into the suds.
Got what? A fit"
"Nope. A job. A good jobl I'm
| gonna help run hick newspaper
Back home where can take a deep
breath. What break What job
What life! Whoopie !"
"You mean-you'll leave the city,"
Somehow she didn't feel much like
dancing around in circles but Hans
was running the show.
"Leave 1t and-b glad Of the chance"
Hans rejoiced. "T- two more days
Hans Brunn will be back In sunny
southern Jersey. Home, Sweet Home 7"
Hans didn't sleep very we'll. He
blamed 1t on his excited happiness.
But you and know that wasn't the
reason. That wouldn't account for
the empty feeling near his heart. He
couldn't understand himself, so he
sought explanation FIVE doors down
the hall
IT got to wondering how the prim-
rose is getting along" he said lamely.
"Primula Vulgarls," she corrected, a
little savagely.
riot 30 good, ehI Needs more SUM-
shine, guess. You know I'm gonna
miss that darn flower when l 90. I'll
miss these curtains, too, and-Helen-,"