Show Tie The Telegrams Telegram's Daily N HER IRISHMAN By LOUISE OLIVER Clara Jane fairly staggered Into the thero ro room she room m she was so tired Even her hat look looked d tired and the little stickup In iron front once so brave and starchy had hada a listless droop Clara Janes Jane's spirits were fast flag flag- ging Back in much praised genius had risen as with a a. leaven and run over Realizing that she must have lave room to spread and ond that millinery for tor delvers' delvers wives was no longer the limit of her horizon she had removed herself from her hel hampering environment environment environment environ environ- ment to the city Off Oft came the hat with a Jerk The poor little stickup got a II vicious tug and was flung across the room and out of the window I hate hats Ive I've sorted leathers feathers today till Im I'm full of them I eat them breathe them ugh ugh ugh-I I cant can't even look at a bird And Im I'm hungry The contents of several paper bags did not look Inviting inviting crackers crackers In one stale rolls In another and some old apples with wrinkles She sighed I wish I had some of mothers mother's waffles and chicken and aId some corn pudding and caramel sweet potatoes and chocolate chocolate chocolate choco choco- late cake and custard pie and and and- Some griddle cakes calces and country sausage and apple dumplings dumplings' and and and- The masculine voice stopped slopped Clara ClaraJane ClaraJane ClaraJane Jane turned and stared open mouthed at the unexpected person in the door door- way He evidently encouraged confidence confidence con con- for tor she answered sadly Ive nothing left to remind me of home but I Imy my name I 1 hang on to every Inch of It But you cant can't eat that that said the man Its awful to be hungry rYes r Yes When one knows what good things really are How did you get here Tou You dont don't belong do you I thought I 1 knew every one In the house I must have ha left my door open You Tou did This came out of the tho window and landed In my left lett eye 1 I looked up and saw no one I rang the bell A fat woman answered I handed handed handed hand hand- ed this In She said instantly Its Miss Amherst's You take It up youre you're younger n me and not so big So I brought It up I 1 arrived Im I'm here Behold your green feath feather r. r Thank me and let me depart For goodness sal sake e dont don't ask thanks for that I hate It I threw It out I 1 never ne-er want to see flee a a. feather I 1 work with them all aU day Please return It to the street Id I'd throw It In the fire but feathers smell so when they burn and Miss Crex will think Im I'm cooking Were We're not allowed t to cook in our rooms rooms 1 I would If It I were not Irish But I 1 cant can't see green go down He pulled I Ithe the feather through his buttonhole i And now I must go But say will wUl you do something for me If It its it's not I asking too much 1 yes Y I 1 suppose so His eyes were so blue and honest I What Is It I Tin rm going to a party and my only I pair of ot gloves need mending Do you think you could put In a stitch 1 Yes Indeed Ill I'll be glad to Then Ill I'll be going by In fifteen minutes I 1 cant can't come up rup Have you anything you can let down 1 Out of or the window you mean Ye Yes t to hat Ill I'll tie a string my Good But when they're done what will wilt you do When they're thyre done Oh Ill I'll Just whistle Then good night If you stand there any longer Miss Crex will wUl come up and send you down She's particular lar about what we do do doAll All right Dont Don't forget torget the hat i Fifteen minutes later Clara Jane drew up the hat basketlike from the depths of the street Its heavy I wonder wondel If hes he's brought his darning and weekly wash Bump The hat arrived containing a large paper parcel that smelled de delicious delicious delicious de- de licious when opened Sausa Sausages es a soft shelled crab a a. baked potato hot rolls butter marmalade and cake froni front a nearby restaurant Clara Jane stood awhile and debated de de- de- de bated The proper thing for fOl me to do doIs dois dois is to throw It Into the street I 1 I dont don't know his name and hes he's very pre pro suming But how can I when Im I'm hungry hungry hungry hun hun- gry enough to eat the heels off my slippers and have only car fare for morning Tomorrows Tomorrow's pay day thank go goodness Ill I'll have to eat So she did even did even the potato skin Then she waited for fOl the whistle al all evening but none came and she was glad of it after aftel all She was beginning to like litre her Irishman Clara Jane awoke with the birds country fashion put an old buckle on her hat where the feather thing thing had hadI I been and drank some coffee made over the gas Jet Then she went to work Her particular department of the big store was feathers I hate to go in she protested as she tied on her apron I wonder If they wont won't give me roses and flowers Instead That's the floor above and It would be a change of scene scone as well as occupation If I ever get into the trimming department Ill I'll know the millennium has come She was talking aloud and didn't know it It came from loneliness I I think Its It's here said a voice suspiciously suspiciously suspiciously sus sus- like the Clara Jane turned and arid confirmed the suspicion Where Where are the gloves I Iwas Iwas Iwas was to mend 7 His face fell ten I I forgot all about them You told a story A downright black lie Ue Its It's terrible sorry I am s You dont don't look It Anyway you are forgiven Thank heaven The crab was fine And the sausages were b better Dont say that again And the po potatoes potatoes potatoes po- po and rolls and all the the rest of the stuff were were- delicious It saved my my life She bent her arm rm Tm as strong as Samson this this morning I could pluck an ostrich much as I 1 hate feathers I came to see about it I About what Giving you another position This I Is my store Miss Miss' the Lady-From-the- Coun Who Needs try Who Who-N Her All Name My 1 name is Clara Jane Amherst I suppose you are Mr Terry If it you own the store You dont don't seem much Impressed Im not I hate the old place Anyway Any Any- way w y Td rather work with the flowers Wont Won't anything els else do o Well I cant can't starve so I cant can't leave If you order me to the cellar to shovel coal Ill I'll have to go Worse than that Im I'm going to order you out of the store store and Into my house If you'll go I never wanted a wife until yesterday and yesterday she she Introduced herself by throwing things at me That's the spirit I I like Uke Suits my Irish blood blood What do you say will will you you- come ome 1 Well Wen you are direct direct- 1 1 I-I I I don don't dont dont don't- t- t no way to begin Try It again I I- I Well maybe Wen maybe better Go on Perhaps I 1 will Fine When do you want to be fired tired 7 |