The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1909-01-10

| she was headed for Mrs. Gates house. =
! ANYBODY writing to Miss Schlotten-
| hauseT?f asked Mr. Dexter.
Mrs. Fanshawe is writing this very
/ minute. She's going TO ask her how
/ many she can get-to get all she can,
/ in fact On, Horace Just think. We
I are going to break this strike. If 1t
/ isn't an intervention of Providence I
| never heard of one"
| Housewives held hurried conferences
I in Gardendale all next day. Mrs. Fan
| shawe's letter to Lena was mailed in
| the presence of half a dozen anxious
ladies'. The Boss was busy. too. Most
of the day that belonged to Mrs. Dex-
ter she spent in a house toulouse can
vass- As steaithily as her physique
would permit, the Boss made trips from
kitchen to kitchen, across the rear
| lawns hopping over hedges unosten-
| tatiOusly. The air was surcharged with
| Lena; whispered conversations buzzed
with the rhythmical name of Schlotten-
hauser. Late in the afternoon the Boss
herself was seen to post a letter, but
whether it went to Lena or to one of
the BoSS's secret agents in the city,
none could tell but Della Mary her
self.
On the second day following the re-
newed efforts of Lena TO find a haven
in Gardendale. Mrs. Fanshawe's house
presented the appearance of a tea party
Half the ladies of the park were there
to await the coming of the letter. Won
derful to tell, it came I'm the first mail
Mrs. Fansh2we ripped open the en-
velOpe with unsteady fingers. The let
ter said:
mis- Fanshawe Nam am plees 10
say can get you twelf girl like self all
for phases. plees hurry to rite and say
shall we come yrs Miss Lena Schlotten-
hauser."
Glory Glory, Glory" shrieked little
Mrs. Wilson. and she seized the matron-
ly Mrs Gates about the waist and
waltzed her up and down the parlor
Mrs. Gates was experiencing such
queer feeling of elation that she sub
mitted, as a gOod-natured elephant
might tolerate the well-meant overtures
of playful poodle. The other ladies
jumped IN and down in their places
with delighted squeals.
Lena forever, Lena forever" sang
Mrs. Wilson. now engaged in a solo
terpsichorean effort, Mrs. Gates having
collapsed. GREATNESS, into a chair.
Mrs. Fanshawe was the first to speak
with the voice OF sanity.
1T will not do. of course she said.
"to bring all these girls out here until
We know definitely that we want them.
OF until we know something about
Aneln. 4 suggest lnat write TO this
girl and ask her to call. In that way /
can get an idea of what she and her
friends are like"
THE very thing," chortsed the ladies
of Gsrdendale.
Maybe she can produce more than a
Dozen" said Mrs. Wilson, painting. "Oh.
just would love 10 see Lena. / eouii
hug her"
Before twenty-fOur hours had elapsed
everybody in the park knew that Lena
would call upon Mrs. Fanshawe on Sat
urday morning. The Boss knew it. too
She was silent and grim. Although
some Of her constituents. alarmed n
the threatened Teutonic invasion, had
shown signs of wavering, the Boss did
not finch. but doggedly mended fences
all Friday evening. Secretly, however.
the Boss was concerned. But she
scoTned to show even a momentary
GToop of tie rugged jaw.
On Saturday morning there was more
porch scrubbing and sidewalk sweeping
than Gardendale had seen since a neI
girl mad entered the park. Cold>y h1s-
tile eyes were trained on all approaches
Mrs. Fanshawe's house was picketed
Such picketS as were peremptorily or
dared to Indoor tasks managed II r.