Evening Republican, Volume 17, Number 18, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 21 January 1913 — LOVE'S YOUNG DREAM [ARTICLE]

LOVE'S YOUNG DREAM

“Hem!” began the Bom. “I hardly expected a $lO raise would affect matters so soon. I knew you must have begun saving money when I saw you at the park the other night and noticed you had developed a passion for music instead of shooting the chutes and flopping the flops. But awhile back I thought you must have lost out, you smoked so many cigarettes and looked so sorry for yourself.” The Young Man smiled. “That was part of the game,” he explained. “What game? Tell me all about it, my boy, and don’t omit a thing. And here, take a cigar to keep your hands occupied. You’ve bitten off 14 fingernails already, Now let it come. No, never mind my time. Proceed.” The Young Man accepted the cigar and proceeded. “Well, sir—my mind has been made up all along—it was her or nobody for me. I’m no art commission, but she suits me for beauty. And as for disposition—why, honestly, it’s worth while getting tired and blue and grumpy just to have her make you forget it. “But I had strong competition. He was an out-of-town chap, but that only lent him glamour. When a feL low makes a tiresome journey just to spend a few hours with a girl she appreciates it —and she doesn’t get far miliar enough with him to see his weak points. And when that fellow makes the trip often the town fellow would better think. I began thinking and concluding that the fellow I had been using as a trailer at first was now kicking dust back at me, and that such a cloud of romance hung around him that she couldn’t see what a duffer he was. Then I kept on thinking until I hit a scheme. “I knew her father was mighty strongly on my side. I had an idea we rivals were frequently brought into family discussions. So I called on the old gentleman at his office. “‘Father,’ I said, ‘something must be dona’ “ ‘Rigifit my boy,’ he replied, ‘but what?’ “Then I told him my game. He got interested pretty soon an< gpomised to help mo. “Next evening I called. FaWar received me coldly and addressed me as Mr. —he usually calls me Tom. Mother, too, was distant and looked worried. But the girl was defiantly friendly, and we had a bully time until ten o’clock, when c-i the floor above us we heard a boot bump, bump, bump. “‘Can that mean for me to go?’ J asked incredulously. “ ‘O, surely not,’ she replied. But two minutes later there was a heavy tread upstairs and father called over the banisters: “ ‘My dear, it is very late.’. “‘Why, father, it’s only ten, ’ she answered. “ ‘lt is very late, I say,’ replied far ther, emphatically. “My offending dignity as I left was worth seeing. “Two evenings later I inveigled the ‘other fellow’ into attending a ‘missionary tea.’ There he met the wildest bunch of Comanches I could collect. They not only shocked him, but won S2O from him.- ——

“Well, to shorten- this, father and mother knocked me, and my rival was fool enough to join in. She was a loyal, spirited girl whe die her own thinking and believed in me, so she stuck to me. “At the proper time father forbade me the house. Then we got to meeting each other downtown and soon started figuring how two could live cheaper than one. Yesterday, ‘to put an end to opposition,’ we calmly got married. And now everybody’s happy—and I’ve reformed.” The Boss chewed his cigar. “Sixty a month isn’t much to mart ry on,” he said at last, “but there may be a better opening soon. Go home now and don’t show up here for a week. Don’t thank me—you’ve wasted too much of my time already.” The Young Man left, but the Boss did not Immediately get busy. He opened his watch and forgot to close it for some timk ”1 wish I’d had his nerve at his age,” he muttered. “I’m deucedly tired of hotel life.” It was the back lid of his watch into which he was looking.—Kansas City Times.