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THE ATLANTA GEORGIAN AND NEWS. MONDAY. MAY 10. 1010.
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TO-DAY’S COMPLETE STORY.
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rOU did!” cried Johnny Phil*
big, tumultuously.
“Didn’t!*’ asserted Ge®rfd«
Driggs, emphatically. And then the
fight was on.
It raged down the sidewalk and
around the corner, and for a time the
game of marbles was abandoned and
forgotten. On the cement walk the
little glass spheres reposed quietly,
twinkling and waiting. They had not
long to wait.
Down the steps of the Phllhlg house
came Philblg himself, tall, Immacu
late and with head carried high. His
polished shoe, descending on a red
and white marble, shot into the air
just as though it had been an ordi
nary, unshined, day laborer shoe.
Philblg’s head hit the ground a.
whack that echoed.
There was chaos in his brain when
he rose. The disturbing of his per
sonal dignity was an insult that
stirred Philblg to the depths, and,
moreover, his hat was dented, his coat
was dusty and one glove was split.
This was In addition to the physical
pain that he felt. His fall having
scattered the marbles, Philblg wa?
unable to determine the cause of the
disaster. He limped on his way with
smothered rage within his breast.
Very Snappy.
“Hello, old man!*’ said Billicks at
the station, and he slapped Philblg on
the shoulder.
In a quieter condition of mind Phil-
big would have let Billicks knock him
down and \Vould have pretended to
like It, for Philblg was angling for a
huge order from Billick’s firm, and
had already planned what to do with
the profit. But just now his nerves
were on edge. So he whirled away
angrily from the too familiar hand.
“Good morning, sir!” he snapped and
stalked off.
“Grouch!” said Billicks to himself,
Indignantly. Several times on the
way to town he repeated the word.*
Later in the day when the order came
up for discussion and the senior mem
ber said he’d like to throw it to a
friend of his, Billicks told him to go
ahead, because It made absolutely no
difference to him whether Philbig got
It or not.
Shortly after her husband’s disas
trous exit from home Mrs. Philbig
sailed forth to attend to the day’s
marketing.
“O-o-ouch!” moaned Mrs. Philbig
when her thin-soled pump landed
upon a particularly vicious little mar
ble that had rolled to the edg of the
inside walk. She hopped on one foot
and looked for the troublemaker, but
it had sped away into oblivion.
As she hopped she chanced to ob
serve between the window curtains
across the street the face of Mrs.tf
Driggs, who was frankly laughing at
the funny figure Mrs. Philbig made.
A stout woman hopping on one foot,
with the other foot tenderly nursed
In her hand, is rather amusing. Mrs.
Philbig knew this, and It added to her
confusion and wrath.
“Cat!” she said in the direction of
Mrs. Driggs. “I had begun to think
she was a rather decent neighbor:
but this shows w-hat she is actually
like. I shall blackball her this after
noon w^hen her name Is voted on at
the club. It is my duty to the com
munity!”
Blackball Mrs. Driggs she did. and
Mrs. Driggs’ best friend saw her do
it and told Mrs. Driggs. That of
fended woman said. “That settles it!”
and immediately clinched the bargain
with the agent for the fashionable
new apartment she had heard Mrs.
Philbig say she was dying to get.
And it was the only one left in the
building.
A Terrible Day.
“Had a frightful day!” Philbig told
his wife, gloomily, when he came
home to dinner.
"Don't mention it,” she returned,
mournfully. “So have I! What do
you think? That hateful Driggs wo
man signed the lease to-day for that
apartment we have just decided we'd
take! And it has a garage for the
electric and everything!"
"Don't weep over that!" said her
husband, grimly. “For there won't
be any electric! Billicks’ Arm, after
practically promising that order to
me, switched over and gave it to
Smith! There goes $7,000 in proflls.
We'll be eating sawdust for a while
instead of buying electrics, I’m think- '
ing!”
"Why should we have such dread
ful luck!" wailed Mrs. Philbig. "It's
just bad luck and not a single soul
to blame! Is that you. Johnny? Come
kiss mother—he's the only real com
fort we have in ail this trouble!”
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Just for Fun
IVpS. BROWN, telephoning to a
friend one morning, happened to
say:
"I have such a bad Sore throat.
I’m afraid I can not go to that din
ner party to-morrow night.”
Just then something went wrong
with the connection and she heard
a strange voice break in:
"Gargle your throat with baking
soda and I think you w-ill be able to
go to your dinner."
“Who is this speaking?" asked
Mrs Brown, startled.
"Oh, that you will never know '■
answered the voice.
Mrs. Brown was greatly amused
and decided to try the remedy Her
threat improved and she went to he
party. During dinner she char,bed
to overhear the gentleman opposite
say to his neighbor:
"I had an amusing experience the
other morning. I was telephoning
and the wires became crossed. I sud
denly heard a lady’s voice say: ■>
have such a bad throat I sha'nt be
able to go to that dinner party.’ Just
for fun I broke in and said, ‘Gargle
your throat with baking soda and
you’ll be all right.' The lady’s voice
in reply sounded rather surprised. I
wonder if she took my advice.”
Mrs. Brown was greatly tempted
to reveal her identity as the heroine
of the episode, but she decided that
she could get more fun another way.
She made careful inquiry of her
hostess as to the gentleman’s full
name and address, and next morning
called him up. When he answered
she said:
“I just wanted you to know that I
took your advice, gargled my throat
with baking soda and was able to go
to the dinner.”
“Who—who is this speaking?” came
an astonished voice from the other
end of the wire. ■»
“Oh, that you will never know-,”
answered Mrs. Brown, laughing and
rang off.