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Show A FAKADISE FOR GIRLS. A FEW POINTERS BY A TRAVELING TRAVEL-ING ROMANCER. tracing Climate and an embracing population North Dakota It tb So-Called I'romlne l aud A l'lar of Klrala. Few people in the older settled parts of the country huvo little or no idea what a scarce article young ladies are up in the Dakota, said a traveling man In Chicago, as he watched the fair one tripping along the street in front of his hotel office windows. Why, any one of these shoo eirls. workimr hrw for few dollars a week, can go up into in-to that country and have tho choice of all the men there. An attractive young lady in that part of the country is something to pause and gaze at, and s'ayj does not stay single long for the want of proposals. I represent a Chicago Chi-cago hardware house and include North Dakota in my territory, and do you know that in only about one town out of every ten do I catch a glimpse of a 1 pretty young lady's face. All are school girls or married women. I don't imagine why the old maids do not go there and capture men. Hotelkeep-ers Hotelkeep-ers up there tell mo they have lots of trouble in keeping a supply of dining-room dining-room girls. As fast as they import them from the east, the men out there tell them that they ought not to be working by the week, but should preside pre-side over homos of their own. That settles it. Away go tho girls and a new lot has to be imported. I cannot vouch for the truthf ulness of it, but it is said that one hotelkeeper displays the following notice in the dining-room: dining-room: "Uuests are warned not to talk of love to the waiter girls. Any one convicted of making a proposal of marriage to them will be promptly shot. Business is business. busi-ness. Many of the country hotels have quit trying to keep waiter girls, and employ crude men, with big, red, hairy hands, to paw ovor your proven-dor. proven-dor. I won't forget an incident that happened at the little town of I) , on the Northern Pacific I used to Sunday Sun-day there, and so did another young traveling man representing a St. Paul house. A pretty young lady lived in the town, and wo both had met her at a Saturday night danco somo weeks before. It happened thut my friend and I reached the town about the same hour one Sunday afternoon. Y e soon had on our best clothes, and, as it lacked only a little over an hour of church time, I stole away from my friend to ask the fair one for her company com-pany for tho evening. I had boon in her presence but a few moments when there was a rap at the door and she admitted my friend. The glances we bestowed upon each other meant more to us than they did to her. Each one of us plainly read tho Other's thoughts. There wa to ha, I no surrender on either side. Our forces were evenly matched and stratagem strata-gem would have to be resorted to if either achieved the victory. After the time usually allotted to making a social call had elapsed I saw that the situation situa-tion was growing embarrassing and suggested sug-gested to my friend that we should be going. By the time we got back to the hotel it was getting dark and, feigning weariness, I left my friend sitting outside out-side and went in as though on the way to my room. But t did not go to my room. I stole out of the rear door and in a circuitous roundabout way hastened toward the young lady's home, hoping to reach there before she had gone to church and yet carry out my original plan. Just at the gate I met a man face to face. Jt was my friend. We each spoke some low, indistinct words and then laughed at the situation. I then proposed that we flip a coin to see who should have the field. He won. Just then the door opened and the young lady accompanied by a big bronzed native started on the way to church. We gave up the notion of going to church and went straight to bed. |