Judge — May 22, 1920 — page 13: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

A Suburban Romance By Kexavra Axprews "ARLAN CON BOY rolled briskly along the smooth asphalt road toward the city. Romance was inhis heart. He was half eager, half afraid. In a very few moments he would sce her again. Would she come Would he, in a very few mo- ments, have her beside him in Conboy turned to her “Tothink she’s all right,” he said. “Won't you fs you let me give you a lift? be awfully glad if you would.” Suddenly Josephine froze “You talking to me? I don’t think I know you.” And she moved away a few steps, and stood with her back to him Conboy had made the mis- take of taking off his hat. He was as bald as an egg. his car? He was that he would, He had only to invite Not Premature her. Her eyes had told him so. pane, by Rew Worn pos—What is the use of Josephine Parke stood at trie Borie Exerertexces His First writing a letter to. your. six her usual cor 1 little Jor Rte months’ old grandson? — He can’t ostensibly rolley car. Really, however, she Conboy’s smart little roadster to appe op this morning? Would he, perhaps to the city with him? She felt alm In suburban st waiting for waiting fc Would he her to ride certain that he woul i terday, brief and sil spoken to each other For yeste me roadster and Conboy admiring tl polished w looking k t reeting of theirs ves- yeen, their souls had he had noticed the little 1e was idly first time votlessness of the when she found it into Conboy’s ey She had quickly. He had flushed ruddily. Then he had slackened his speed a little; but her trolley had come at just the wrong me n d, with excessive demureness, she had boarded This morning Josephine let two trolley cars Finally she saw the little roadster in the distance. It seemed to be approaching slowly. As he came Conboy kept his eyes fixed on the road ahead. Joseph- ine’s heart sank. He didn’t even notice her her! And then one of those le coincidences occurred. When he was nearly opposite her, Con- boy started. He stopped the car abruptly He got out quickly and knelt, and seemed to be minutely examining the license number ‘Thought I heard her knocking a bit.” Conboy mumbled thickly, shaking the rear He was pa fortunate lit tender. Josephine ignored him elaborately. “Him; id Conboy, obviously tc 7 elf, “what do you know about that!’ Josephine turned with the idlest sort of languid curiosity and looked at the car. She saw that he was quite confused; and she liked him for it. His tweed hat was pulled snugly down close to his ears and down over his eyes, but he seemed unusu- ally good looking. He was a géntleman, too; there was nothing fresh about him, as his embarrassment proved. It would be lovely to ride in to the city with him every morning Perhaps they might become good friends. Perhaps they might become more than friends. Something whispered that they real it Whaltman—He can when he gets it. I'm going to send the letter by mail Sonnet to By Vernet Hore © you. who hast through many weary hours Lulled my tired spirit into sweet repose f birds and bees and blooming And dream That soothe the weary eyelids as they To thee, whose gentle, warm and soft caress Leaves naught to be desired or fulfilled. Hut lures me far from all life’s toil and stress Til c’en the echoes of the day are stilled To thee, who through the long, dark hours of night Press close against my beating. sleeping heart Shutting the world—the cold world—from my sight Until into another day I start; Yo you these grateful lines I dedicate My pajamas, cool, immaculate