Evening Republican, Volume 15, Number 257, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 31 October 1911 — His Best Girl’s Advice' [ARTICLE]

His Best Girl’s Advice'

Mimberly had proposed to Gladys Butterly on an average of twice a year since they had first met in high school. The proposals had varied from the rapturously impassioned affair which goes with higa algebra and Cicero through the bitterly intense sort belonging to the age of (Twenty-one and incipient ’mustaches up to the settled declaration of five or six years later. And the answer invariably" had been no. At his fifteenth proposal Gladys surveyed Mimberly thougtfully. "It is really very funny,” Gladys said at last, aTter her survey, "that I haven’t fatten in love w.th you in al this time, isn’t It? There isn’t a single reason why i shouldn’t! 1 think that is why 1 have not. Anyhow, Dick, you aren’t in love with me, you know, not a particle! You’ve jiisi got the habit of thinking you are and asking me to marry you, and you can’t break yourself of it." "You might be serious,” said Mimberly with bitterness, “I’m entirely serious!” declared Gladys, cheerfully. ; “1 only wish 1 could make >ou realize that you outgrew your madness for me years ago and fiat these periodical ou.bur.es are just recurrent dementia. You've hypnotized yourself into believing that your life will be wrecked if 1 don’t become Mrs. Mimberly and U isn't so! If you’d Just try to fall in love with some one else!" • Lovely idea of yours," he growled. “Yea don’t mean i., really?" "Indeed I do!” declared Miss Butter ly, pulling on her gloves and nodding her pretty head vigorously. "It would make me very happy, Dick to enzej you married to the right girlWhy, you’d laugh over this idea Uat you’re in love with me! Promise ire’ —,.he leaned forward earnestly—"that when you do find out ihat whit I’ve said is true you’ll couie and tell me! lr will so relieve my mind!” "It’s a safe promise," said Mlmberly, aggrlevedly. ‘*i never ’na\ l and never shall care for any girl but you, Gladys!” There was a real tremor in his voice a 3 le spoke, and she patted his arm on the way out. “You must imagine it, Dick!” she insisted comfortably. It was Gladys herself who Iniroduced M.niberly to Ada Wallack with the sterling whispered aside that heie was his chance. Mimberly dad given her a reproachful look. Miss Wallack was small and sparkling and vivacious and, being ignorant of the fact, well known to everybody in Gladys’s .set, that Miroberly wa,. Gladys^especial property and therefore it was a waste ol t.uic trying to interest him, she talked to Mimberly as though he were a moat engaging and entirely unattached man.

This was a new experience to Mimberly and strangely pleasing. • Then in revenge for Gladys’ going twice to the theatre with another man Mimberly broke bounds and called on Miss Wallack. He was asked to dinner, and after that he escorted her to a party. So engrosed was he In his revenge, it was some time before ae realized £at he was enjoying himself vastly. “I'm going to take Ada Wall&ck automobiling,” he said. Gladys smiled brightly. “Good for you!” she cried approvingly. ‘‘Kee, It up!" Mimberly bestowed on her & disapproving glare &nd the knew he was still hers. ‘She’s a mighty sweet girl, Dick,” she added. ‘I suppose so,” he admitted gloomily. No man understands the manner in which he' is finally roped and thrown. So Mimberly did not know it was going to happen until after several months he found himself holding Ada Wallack’s little hand« and words were tumbling out from his lips as they hadn’t- since his algebra days and the season of calf love. He was amazed at his store of rhetoric, and more amazed at the awful ghastly conviction that if Ada refused him life would be a Sahara, a marshy waste, a tract of alkali la.fb in the far west —anything hopeless and dismal. But 9he didn’t refuse him. Mimberly thereupon hunted up Gl»dy a Butterly, bubbling over with rapture. “You’re a brick, Gladys,” he sa!d, when he had finished telling her. “Yon had lots more sense that 1. Why, I was awfully fond of you and am still and always will be, but it wasn’t anything like this, ever. This is the real thing and I’m the happiest man on earth. And isn’t Ada the loveliest, dearest, most” "She Is a very nice girl, I believe,” interrupted Gladys Butterty. “You won’t mind If I have to get ready for a luncheon? So sorry to drive you away, but” “Oh, that’s all right." said Miraberly, good-naturedly. “Remember. «a*ll want yon lota at our house atterer" "Oh, thank you," said Gladys. Mhaberiy paused short in his tracks several blocks from the Butterly house. “Somehow," he murmured, “Glady’s didn't seem aa enthusiastic as she might She Whs positively chilly. Now I wonder why.” And. being a mas. ho never will "Mr*. Davis has a new little baby.'' Breathless interest. "It looks Just tike its mother.". CborUß- “Peer ttttu .Stawi**