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The day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, May 31, 1912, Image 13

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How Things Were Turned
All Around.
Meadow Farms was far from
complete and knowing this, Bill
Barnum sighed from his lonely
heart. For Meadow Farms lack
ed a brisk, cheery, comely woman
to ma(ke the butter, to manage the
kitchen, to enchant the master's
solitary heart. And Bill sighed
again. ' -
Well he knew that the place
was like never to have such a mis
tress. Bill was tall and straight
and good looking enough, but he
was distressingly bashful. Time
and again had he recognized his
golden opportunity, and time and
again hid he let it slip, all for
the lack of a ready tongue and a
steady nerve.
The click of the front gate
roused him. A woman was ad
vancing up the flower-hedged
path a young woman a comely
woman. Bill arose, already ting
ling with embarrassment. The
yo,ung woman walked unflinch
ingly to the front steps.
"Good morning," she said. "I
wish to know if you will marry
Bill Barnum put his hafld to his
forehead and staggered back.
(The young woman repeated her
extravagant question.
"Sir, I asked if you would mar
ry me?"
Bill struggled vainly to speak.
"But but madam, I don't know
you I never saw you before
"Well," interrupted the young
woman, wjth a charming smile
"you see me now."
Bill, fearfully red, managed to
grin. "Ye-e-s," he admitted.
"Then will you marry me
yes or no?" She stamped her foot
in pretty impatience.
Bill Farnum allowed his eyes
to play over her pleasant face and
trim form. "He observed her
lithe motions, her graceful poise.
Then he looked over his mistress
less farm.
"Hanged if I don't," he said
suddenly. "I'll marry you and
I'll give you a half interest in the
farm, too."
Then it was the young woman
appeared to be set back. "Marry
me give me a half interest!
Why, you misunderstood. I
meant I thought you were a
parson, and I wished you to mar
ry me to the man who is holding
the horses yonder because he was
too timid to come himself."
"Oh," gasped Bill Barnum,
feeling suddenly downcast. "Why
didn't you say so?" he asked,
peevishly. "Why do you come,
breaking a fellow all up?"
The young woman looked med
itatively at Bill Barnum, then
glanced about the clean, well
stocked farm.
"Do you mean- to say that so
splendid a farm has no mistress?"
she asked.
"I mean o say just that," re
plied BilL
"And that so good looking a.
man as you is not married?"

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