Daily inter mountain., 1900-12-05

the office boy withdrew, the woman en-.
tered determinedly.
Can't she cried, angrily.. Sure
Wen see abQu! that
Van Brunt looked up in evaporation.
AT the door stood a raw-boned, red
faced Irish woman. Her eyes snapped
and her bosom heaved unanimously.
The editor felt chills creeping up his
spine The woman held UP her whip
arm dramatically.
Il have tracked you, Sirrah!' she
proclaimed in rich brogue. M. NJ.
never forgets.'
'The-the dewitt" gasped Van Brunt.
as the situation dawned upon his be-
wildered senses. He saw it now. mad
Irish authoress with snake whip and
lust for revenge! He calculated rapid
ly the distance from the open window
to the street, while the perspiration
ooZed in drops to his forehead. The
woman watched him Indignantly.
will We pay me now" she asked,
'or shall l lay this across your shoul-
ders. ye palaverin' dead beat?" At the
word this" she drew the leather
through her brawny fingers suggestively.
I'm humor her." thought Van Brunt.
in despair. Aloud he said apprehensive-
ly, 'Oh. no. don't let's have fuss.
Let's see-what do l owe you? I've
forgotten"
True for ye," said the woman, sar-
castically, 'ye have forgotten. AS to
how much. I dunno. But me names
Mabel McGinns and l wrote "A Hated
Wooing.' Whatever else ye may have
done is no odds to me barrin' your
buyn' that. There's your letter that ye
sent me in your own hand. Come to
your desk. man." she added. graciously,
If ye mean to pay. I'll not touch ye."
Van Brunt cautiously edged toward
his chair and picked up the letter. 1t
was still in it's envelope and he drew
it forth gingerly.
Dear Madam it read, and then his
dazed eyes followed it line for line until
they rested upon the underscored words
You Darling at the very end. His
head spun.
'Where"-he began angrily. and then
| picked up the envelope. The address
500 Madison avenue-in the office boys
writing, stared him in the face. His
absolute astonishment left him open
mouthed and gaping.
"You-you live at Mrs. kingsbury's?
he gasped.
Well said Mrs. McGinnis, modestly,
Il does the washing there
Here she is" piped the Office boy
shrilly and wild with excitement He
stood in the doorway painting, but with
the flush of pride upon his cheeks. Be-
hind him huddled the employees of the
printing house. Two blue-coa police
men, with drawn clubs, stood beside
him.
II am obliged to you. gentlemen" Van
Brunt said suavey, but your services
will not be required There has been
"a slight mistake and 1 suppose this
need not appear on your report?"
Il think not SIR answered the taller
policeman deferentially. 'Thankee sir.
Twill be to your very good health"
ITO your very good health' repeated
the short policeman, as they withdrew
in dignifed manner
And Johnny" continued the editor,
! turning to the wondering urchin, you're
| a good boy; a very good boy; but 1
| shan't need you again today Take that
and go to the baseball game
l. When his protestation of thanks and
| the Gathering of his feet had died away,
/ the editor drew forth his check book.
He held his pen poised in thought for a
moment and then turned quickly to the
woman.
! II was going to write you a check for
$780," he said with the consciousness of
| Victory III MS voice, Dut IL you III tell
| me whether Miss kingsbury sent you
| here I'll make it a hundred"
Sure" said Mabel McGinnis, grimly,
"she said that f you wouldn't pay me
after seeing that letter, I'd better take
the whip to ye, SIR
quite right" said Van Brunt, tersely,
and once more master in his own office,
''and on second thought I'll just make
this a hundred. l should like to keep
this letter though"
VI.
And the Pendulum Swings Again.
Imagine calling her You darling y
said Van Brunt, fondly. They We're
| sitting together on the sofa.
Yes, you see," explained Miss Kings
bury, demurely, that's the way I knew
II thought you must mean me-"