The Washburn times. [volume] (Washburn, Wis.) 1896-1976, 1911-09-14

from it's shelf and hurried out with II.
After midnight he found the num-
Der and it's complement: Frank 20
linski, 1913 Twenty-fifth street"
That didn't sound very encourag-
ing: but then, with swift loyalty he
told himself that 1t would be all right.
He fell asleep and dreamed about a
girl of wonderful beauty with a voice
of gold
He was two hours early the next
morning, partially that he might go
far out of his way to pass 1913 TWEEN
ty-fifth street, and partially to return
needed.
His beart sank to his boots when
he stopped in front of the number. 1t
was a small, dingy brick store in a
neighborhood Of small, dingy brick
stores. Over the store was a big
sign: Frank Zolinski, Fine Wines
and Liquors.
He rebounded happily when he
saw that the place was empty, and
that ITO Rent" sign was displayed
prominently In the window or
course! The phone number had been
transferred to another subscriber,
whose name was not yet In the book.
That day he called Broad 55S7 with
out subterfuge. The girl was pleased
to be serious.
you mustn't think am doing
something | shouldn't" she said.
Mamma knows / have talked to you.
And since we are acquainted"
II know your" interrupted the mys-
titled Blanding.
Eyes, indeed. How easily you forget
your friends!"
The habit of talking with the. girl
daily was now established. They
were not long chats, never more than
few minutes. But they frightened
his labors materially.
Banding made no further efforts to
discover her identity. He had half.
superstitious feeling that in time 1t
would be revealed.
Insensibly she grew deeply into his
confidence. He told her of his home,
his hopes and ambitions: of his moth
er and father.
In Blanding's mind certain dream
of the future began to form itself,
dream in which himself and the girs
whose voice only he knew were the
central figures. And that dream
spurred him to promotion and more
pay
10 Uo nuonin0
long after the others had left, for
there was work which could not be
put over, when the president himself
came in. Mr.. Williams started at the
sight of the shirt-sleeved figure be-
meath the single light
Still at it, Blanding?' he asked.
Eyes, sir"
We'll, dent work too hard. We're
going to need you in the future more
than we do now. / guess you've done
enough for tonight. want you to do
little errand for me-"
"All right, sir" said Neil.
I'D like to have you go up to the
house with this package for Mrs.
Williams. It's pretty valuable, and I
don't want to entrust it to an ordi-
nary messenger. You can ride in my
car"
Eyes, SIR"
I'll tell them you're coming" and
he took the telephone receiver down.
Broad ve-five-eight-seven, please"
So that was the solution of his mys-
terry! Broad 5587 was Mr.. Williams
phone; then the girl with whom he
had been talking each day for weeks
was the presidents daughter. Mary
cite Williams.
He had met her once in the Office
with her mother. To him she had been
a beautiful vision as unattainable as
the farthest star. And yet - she
liked him. Their daily talks proved
that.
While he-he loved her, because
she was his mate, intended for him
since the world was fashioned. She
was near to loving him, too-she
would care for him dearly. That glori-
GUS certainty thrilled him.
Back in the Office Williams was say
ing over the nhone:
Tive rust sent young Banding up
to the house, mother. If you like him,
invite him to CALL He's worth dozen
of the average chaps of the day He's
got the stuff that partners are
made Of"
you've prejudiced me already in
his favor" replied Mrs. Williams.
Il don't suppose he has $500 to his
NAME" unused the president.
His wife's voice snconsciously took
on note Of tenderness when she re-
piled: Neither had you, Fred, when
we were married."