Jasper County Democrat, Volume 5, Number 42, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 24 January 1903 — FLIRTED WITH AN OLD FRIEND. [ARTICLE]

FLIRTED WITH AN OLD FRIEND.

Dapper-Looking Man Got Into AH Forte of Trouble. “No more street flirtations for me,’’ •adly remarked a dapper-looking young fellow to A friend on a down-town corner the other day. “I’m not a masher, but have been guilty of looking sidewise at a few of the stunning beauties. I just had a little experience I won’t forget soon, and I Intend to keep my eyes turned where they won’t get me In more trouble. “I was crossing Washington street a while ago when I came face to face with a pretty girl. She looked at me as we passed and—well I couldn't help IL When I got to the sidewalk I turned around to see which way she was going. She had stopped at the curb, and was beckoning for me to recross to where she stood. I thought I had made a hit, and back I went. “As I stepped up to her she put out her hand and called me by name. That melted me. My smirk was gone in an Instant, and I stood there like a wooden Indian. “ ‘Oh, it has been so long since I saw you,’ she said with a thrill. “Yes, y-yes, It has been a long time, hasn’t It?” said I, confused. " ‘I didn't know you were living in the city,’ rattled on the pretty one. ‘I don’t know where I did see you last.' “ ‘lt was, yes, it must have been at, let’s see—' “ ‘How are your folks?’ she hurried on to ask. “ ‘My folks? Oh, yes. Why, my folks are very well. How are yours?' I stammered. “ ‘Very well, thank you. You know May is married, and Kate is away at college, and Frank is in California.’ “I was surely up against it. Who on earth May and Kate and Frank were I couldn’t tell, but I lied and said I had heard about them. She began to tumble that I was lost, and when I asked her for her address she saw it was only a trick to find out her name. “ ‘Oh, you bold, bad fellow! I don’t believe you know who I am. I know ‘now. The joke is on you, and I have caught you flirting.’ “She went on and told me she was a little freckled-faced girl in short dresses when she knew me last, and that It seemed like meeting a brother to see me. After fifteen minutes of this she put out her gloved hand and said ‘good-by.’ I’d give a $5 note to know who she is. Say, do you think I am daffy? My mind’s all right, isn’t It? I didn't have the nerve to ask her name, but I've got the nerve to cut out this habit of making eyes at pretty girls.”—Chicago Inter-Ocean.