Judge — September 10, 1921 — page 29: what you’re looking at

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i j The Elopement By BAnrBarRA Barstow [This little story was written by a twelve-year-old Massachusetts girl when she was eleven and two-thirds (last year), and only because it will amuse you by its quaintness is it printed here. But we don’t want any more amateur stories by anyone —young or old.—EpiTor.) ES, that was all, for in the Y silence he walked fast. His name was Wallace Cone and he was twenty years old. All his life he spent very dreary hours working in Monroe & Co. as that was a cloth- ing establishment. He to-day had waited on a young lady who wanted to buy a fur. As he gazed at her, he fell in love with her. She stood there, beautiful, sweet and handsome. Now he walked fast, thinking of the girl. Soon he opened a door about an inch wide for this was his house. He hated it—hated everything for a moment. Everything he lost sight of—-he thought of nothing but the girl, that beautiful girl. His heart beat fast, but suddenly slowed now anc then. Would she never come baek again? Would he never see her again? He sat down at the table but ate nothing. He was thinking, yes, thinking. He went and crawled in bed and fell asleep. In the morning he got up and dressed quickly. He hurried down to the office and then went to the coun- ter. He waited for someone. Pretty scon he saw his beloved. He rushed to the door and opened it, and said politely, “How do you do, is there anything you would like?” She looked at him curious, then said, “Yes, a pink rosebud blanket.” “Oh,” he said with dis- may, “I thought yeu wanted an engagement ring. We have splendid rings,” he said bashfully, “I can give you one for nothing.” She looked at him, then said, “I'd blanket.” He said, “May I be able to walk with you to the fountain of paranades?” ‘ “Yes, I would like to,” she said. “My name is Dolly Monroe and I live on 39th Street, and the house has a_ telephone. You may call me up if you like.” “Oh, yes, I will be sure rather have a Prawn by JAMES HAMMON. The Ant--Goop NiGHT! said good-bye. He put on his hat and coat and went home and went to bed. In the morning he woke up sa “Dolly Menroe, Dolly Monroe. called up 39th Street and said, “Ts Dolly there?” Dolly came to the phone and said, “Hello, who is this?” He said, “Wallace Cone speaking.” “Oh,” she said rather disappointed, “T thought this was Jane Grey.” He said, “May I come over this afternoon and discuss the engagement ring, as we have a $90 one which the manager wants to give away.” He smacked his lips and said more politely than ever, “Good-bye” and hung up the re- ceiver and waited on other people. He went to her house and said, “May I come in?” She said, “Yes.” ing, He deme Mar WHO LEFT THAT TODDLE-TOP IN MY GRUB PILE? He took a comfortable chair, and took her hand and said, “T love you. Will you elope with me this evening?” She said, “yes,” and he took her in his arms and kissed her. He murmured, “Sweetheart.” That night he tock a lot of clothes and went to her house and knocked at the door like this, pit-pitty-p-pat. It sounded like the gritting of some- one’s teeth. Dolly opened the door and made a courtesy on her tiptoes rather bash fully, and said, “Come right in and take a seat.” A funny expression drew over her face, while he said, “T—I thought you were all ready.” She smiled and said, “Yes,” rather solemnly, ready for the future.” He took her arm, and in the other hand the baggage, down to the broad lake. The river was splashing fiercely, while the water was a tide. The clear moon-light night seemed to Wallace like angel heavens. His arm suddenly went around her and he looked into her sweet face. It seemed to him that in all his life he had never seen anyone so beautiful. It was very exciting too. He whisp- ered to her, “Do you love me?” He knew she did without her answering. He kissed her, and she and he fell asleep in each other’s arms, and there I will end my stor;. “Tam [Footnote: We know lots of grown-up writers who are to call you up,” and he gave her the blanket and Drawn by Cnaries A. Hucues. The Conductor—SEats FOR THREE HERE, LADIES! 29 just as funny, without intend- ing to be so, as the girl who wrote this story.—Eb.] comicbooks.com