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ONE HOUR'S COURTSHIP
Vivian Minshall, the young ad
vertising manager, sat looking
over a list of inquiries that had
just been received as the result of
his efforts iri a new field. ' To his
rjght sat Maggie Calvin, a fair
lass of 18 summers, busily en
gaged in-- "stringing buzzers."
The said buzzers were a new ad
vertising novelty to be used at
a coming street fair. The drowsy
silence of a midsummer day
weighed upon them, unbroken
save ty the soft tick-tock of the
ancient clock and ts muffled
chime as it struck eleVen.
Turning from the monotonous
correspondence, Vivian watched
the girl's nimble fingers as she
threaded the small eyelets and
knotted the strings. She was a
pretty girl. Her fair, round face,
her' glossy, black hair, and her
full but graceful figure would
have won admiration from the
severest critical judge of "beauty,
and as. he watched her. her
charms seemed magnified a hun
But he was bashful. Business
and lovem&king are two very dif
ferent undertakings. Today, as
he watched her working patient
ly at the tedious task, with just
the shadow of a smile lurking
round her lips, he longed for an
-opportunity to broach the amor
ous subject, but failed to think of
any that would exactly fit the oc
casion. With "his customary im
petuosity, however, he set about
to find one. And, as is usuajly
Jhe case, he found it. .
"Do they buzz all right?" he
"I -don't know. I'll see." Tak
ing one, she twirled it round'and
drew the string. Instantly the lit
tle disk began to whirr, proving
conclusively that it would fulfill
"Just' like playing an accor
dion," said Maggie playfully.
"A pretty tune," he answered
absently, thinking more of the
player than the instrument.
"But I fail to recognize it."
-"Shall I tell you what-it is playr
ing for me?" and Vivian felt the
needles of desperation pricking
him on every side.
.""Yes, do," she replied- eagerly-
'lIt is the song I wouldsing to
you, Maggie," and'his voice quav
ered perceptibly. "It is the good
old song, 'I Could Learn to Love
a Girl Just Like You.' " '
The forgotten buzzer whirled
into space. Blushing and hiding
her face in her hands, she stam
"O, Mr. Minshall."
"It is true, Maggie,'' he replied
passionately. ''It is what I haye
thought this many a day, and I
want you for my own little wife."
His ' only answer was a sup
pressed sob, but the ice was
broken, and taking her hands in
his he told her again and again
of his love and the home he
sought to build. Nor were his
entreaties in vain. With but a
shadow of " resistance, she yield
ed and the. betrothal was sealed
with a kiss.
Just then a surprised and dis-
.qordant grunt .greeted their, ears.
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