Democratic Sentinel, Volume 19, Number 38, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 27 September 1895 — A BIT OF STRING. [ARTICLE]

A BIT OF STRING.

Vain Qneat of a Man Who Stares' at the Shoes Voting Women Wear. “Will yon not let me tie that for yon ?"* It was the way he said it—the quiet tone of his voice, the polite manner of lifting his hat, the honest look in his. eyes. She could not'decline the favor. Indeed, he did not give her time to do sAbut with that chivalry that is a combination of boldness and gentleness he leaned down to tie her shoestring. She had paused on a busy street and set her foot up on the stone block In front of a store door. There was a vexed expression on her pretty face, but when this gallant anticipated her action she laughed right merrily. The shoestring had not only become untied, but was lost. Diving into one of his trousers pockets he produced a bit of white string, wdtli which he deftly laced her low-cut tan, remarking: “There, 1 guess that will do until you get home.” “No, I shall wear it if you will allow me; you are altogether too good to be forgotten immediately,” she said eoquettishly; and before be could recover from the flattery, before he could fix her in his mind so he would know her again, she was gone, become indistinguishable in a group that separated and dissolved at the street corner. And, maidens fair, if you should meet the hero of this story and he should stare—as he certainly would—first at your feet, then at your faces, with a look grown old in longing, do not feel offended. He is a harmless lunatic, and .the simple burden of his madness, the Vnelancholy burden of his murmuring ks he pursues his fruitless quest is, “A bit of string,” and nothing more.—Cincinnati Tribune.