Democratic Sentinel, Volume 15, Number 10, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 27 March 1891 — Mr. Thompson's Return. [ARTICLE]

Mr. Thompson's Return.

She’s a good-looking, keen-eved girl of 18, and 1 shouldn’t wonder if she’s a stenographer in some business house in New York. I’ve seen her oome over on the Pavonia Ferry and take a suburban train on the* Erie Road several times, and I always admired the independent and self-reliant way in which she carries herself. She isn’t bold or brazen, but sails right along as if she had certain rights, and was bound to maintain them. One day last week as she left the boat, a middle-aged man ol pleasant features who had followed her over, crowded her with his elbow and turned and smiled and began an apology. She caught on like a flash. He had “poked” her to create an opportunity, and if not downed then and there he would pester her again. A dozen of us saw and heard what happened. She turned on him, extended her hand for a shake, and artlessly exclaimed : “Why, Mr. Thompson, is that you? Why, the last I heard of you you had run away to Boston with a servant girl, and your wife didn’t oare a cent! You must have got baok!” He had. He had got back so much that his face fired up, the words he wanted to utter struck in his throat, and he made a mysterious disappearance about five seconds later. “Knows her biz,” observed a man who was walking behind the girl. “You bet!” replied his friend. “She’ll make somebody a staving good wife.” —New York Sun.