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

/ ousy at the front windows every time
d Tram Tram from the city was due.
i,,esently came the invader-in a
7 nsaSh- some one, indeed. had poured
/ "is'1oih INTO the ears of Lena. She ran
- seyuhtlet OF water pals and brooms.
-,. tiie venice drew up at Mrs. Fan
shave small, neatly dressed figure.
t t'easiiS Feiled, hoped g, and hurried
otishly up the walk. Before the nickel :
could gasp That's her" Mrs. Fan
5'eWe had opened the door herself and
Lena was lost to view.
For full hour the hack waited.
= uteh gave the boss time 10 stroll mast
/ NE Fanshawe mansion. glare at its cur
tdined windows and call the driver a
Scao- 1t had been agreed that Mrs
Fti'shaWe was TO conduct the interview
alone and il seemed as if the ladies of
% Heh0ale had been unleashed like a
PACK of ravening hounds when the slam
~ carriage door told the little world
tiiat Lena was going back to her peopIe.
a. the pack went in full cry to Mrs
r ms hdWe's the help" made a counter
dash to interview the Boss.
Mrs sFanshawe's callers found her
feo-eyedr IS though sine had been weep
ing. but they took it for granted thai
they must be tears Of joy. for that Iadv
was, beyond doubt. cheerful. Some
thought they detected an air Of mystery
Lena tells me. she said that She
can get dozen at once, and is conf
dent tnat the other girls, between them.
can get a dozen more"
She won't set up to be another boss -
asked Mrs. Gates suspiciousIy.
OF. no. 1 think not"
nat sort of a creature is she, any
! now demanded Mrs Dexter.
very remarkable sort of girl. g"
said Mrs. Fanshawe
Well, said Mrs. Gates. addressing
Rer neighbors, shall We acCept2-'
suggest. said Mrs. Faashawe.
mat We wait a day or two longer
Lena wishes TO communicate with mo
further"
While the conference in Mrs Fan
| shaWes paricT was still in session the
word that Lena had made good" went
from kitchen Ia Kitchen with uncanny
speed committee of three called on
the Boss. A crisis was i'm the air. Poll
tics was rampant in the park.
MI Dexter was reading on Sunday
| MOI ming when he heard a heavy tread
in the hail. and looked up TO see the
Boss enter the living room.
I'D like to spake wurrd. sor," she
said in tone that was new
"Well?' said Mr. Dexter.
Me an tn girls II shtay. said the
BOSS dropping her eyes and lingering
her apron.
Hum" said aIr. Dexter. gazing out
of the window, Il don't know that it
viii be possible. Della"
At IN prisint terms, soT," said the
Boss quickly.
Mr. Dexter pretended to reflect, pre-
serving calm exterior. although he
was furnace Of joy within.
Well he said, after a long pause
LII see what some Of the other fami-
lies say, Della
Thank We, SORT" said the Boss. She
/ looked at him with q troubled express
sion for moment and then returned to
the kitchen.
Mr. Dexter seized his hat and went
| t0Tth WhiStling The Battle of the
Boyne- The Boss had surrendered
To Garden1ale's everlasting fame. i:
kept its head I'm the hour of victory. 1t
caused it to be known that it was in
no hurry whatsoever to accept the capi-
tuiauon, yet II was magnanimous in
the end. Still the housewives were
wise enough to seize their advantage
and make the defeat more crushing by
aboilshing the extra afternoon out and
placing rigid restrictions on the privi-
legs of receiving callers
Mrs. Fanshawe and Mrs. Wilson were
discussing the victory a week later.
i simply cannot realize it, said Mrs.
Wilson. It's too glorious to be true.
II $ more than glorious, it's lovely But
doesn't ii seem a shame that that Door
German girl had all her trouble for
nothing?"
Mrs. Fanshawe looked at her caller
quizzieally. Then she stepped to the
door and closed it softly
can you keep a secret?" she asked
seating herself very close to Mrs VIII
son and dropping her voice to a. whfs-
per
Can u Mercy, yes" said Mrs. VIII
wei, we've made it all right with
Lena. She doesn't mind a bit"
The dear, good-natured soult' burst
out Mrs. Wilson.
Yes, We squared it all right with
Lena" said Mrs. Fanshawe dreamily
Then suddenly: You know my oldes-
son. Harry?'
Yes. What's he got to do with it?''
SSH, dear He's Lera"
Mrs Wilson sat bolt upright and
made a choking sound. Then she sud
denly began TO gurgle queerly, and
finally thee was an explosion of hys-
terical laughter which landed her on her
feet and sent her whiTling down the
room in a dance of utter abandon. At
last she stopped for breath. Her nose
titled a little and she shifted:
Pooh. Another mans scheme"
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