Jasper County Democrat, Volume 14, Number 95, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 9 March 1912 — DID SOUND RATHER STRANGE [ARTICLE]

DID SOUND RATHER STRANGE

Listening to Conversation, However, Brown Forgot There Were Various Kinds of Bugs. Brown had shyly, but admiringly watched the two young women as they rustled into the car and took the seat in front of him. They were so sweet, so charmingly sweet and dainty, that he unconsciously sighed and then consciously sighed again, because they had not the pleasure of his acquaintance. But suddenly a shock thrilled through him, a torturing, agonizing shock, as when one’s dentist drills into a nerve. “I haven’t a single bug this year/’ the girl next to the window was saying, proudly. “I’ve looked and looked, and I can’t find a single one.” “Oh, I have millions,” said the other girl, despondently. “I don’t believe J ever had half as many before in all my life.” Brown grew red clear to the tips of his ears. “Haven’t you done« anything for them?” asked the one next to the window. “Yes, I’ve washed and powdered and powdered and washed and done everything, but they just seem to thrive on it,” replied the other, despairingly. “I' don’t believe I’ll ever get rid of the horrid things.” t Brown grew redder and fidgeted frantically as a terrific itch developed suddenly in the sgqiall of his back. “Have you used tobacco?” asked the one next to the window, suggestively. “Pounds and bushels of it," replied the other, hopelessly. “And I thought it was that old reprobate over there who made this car so rank,” murmured Brown, with an apologetic look at the old laborer across the aisle. “Well, you’ll have to do something for them,” declared the one next the window, signaling for the car to stop, “or you’ll, be eaten up alive by them.” “I know it,” replied the Other, as they rose, “and I’ve a notion to burn up every rosebush in the yard and start all over agaip.” “Whew! ” muttered Brown, mopping the sweat from his brow.;. “I seem to be a bigger fool every day.”