The Wahpeton times. [volume] (Wahpeton, Richland County, Dakota [N.D.]) 1879-1919, 1911-01-05
Knights
of the
TOasting
l. Fork
By KATE LILLY BLUE

The perplexed frown cleared from
porothy's brow a. she laid down pencil
Ind note book.
Yes" she said, in answer to Helsn'a
FIGURING look. "fsel sure We can make
p, II you will Just remember to be
Economical about the cooking. OF
course, after paying for rent, gas and
food we will have nothing left. but for.
tunately. We will not need any clothes
4his year."
And by the time We do you Will be
making lots Of money with your
stories"
Il hope 90, indeed. but let US not
count chickens before they hatch. She
smiled light-heartedly 40 she rose from
the little table where they had eaten
their first meal in an apartment house
IN the big city to which they had come
70 try their fortunes-the orphan
daughters Of an impecunious doctor in
b country town.
Put on your hat and let us sally
forth to set our bearings," said Dor.
othy. the literary genius who was to
conquer fortune with tho point Of her
pen.
And ind the shop where food is
cheapest replied Helen. the domestic
goddess who was to rule over the pots
and pans during the warfare.
But 10. when they tried the door 1t
refused to open, and after vain At
aempts by both they reallsed they we're
imprisoned in a room on the seventh
door Of the big building With no ap-
parent means Of getting out except by
way Of the fire escape.
They were too far above the street
to attract the attention Of the passers-
by and unless they sprouted wings, or
an airship strayed by. they must get
out by the door.
III some one would pass along the
corridor" said Helen dolefully.
THE transom!" cried Dorothy, the
transom! Maybe l can see some one
from there"
In trice they had rolled the dresser
In front Of the door ard Dorothy had
mounted to peer through the glass
transom.
Il hear footsteps-oh, hope they are
coming this way. Oh. please, please,
sir. whoever you are. We are locked in!
Can't you help us?"
The young man who was walking
Aimlessly down the corridor looked up
In amazement to encounter flushed
young face lit by pair of pleading
gray eyes.
Locked in? Who did it? What for?
OF course I'll help you. II you tell me
how. Shall break in the door or 70
for the police?"
Dolly smiled, showing a dimple which
was her most valuable asset.
We did 1t ourselves, I suppose, not
understanding the lock. II you will
kindly call the janitor think he can
Iberate u.s.
The young man turned and vanished
to reappsar in an incredibly short time
with the 1anitor who opened the door
with his pass key and explained to
them the mechanism Of the sprins
lock.
Both the girls thanked him grateful.
y and as he retired turned to the youth
who still held his ground. hat in hand
His face flushed at their thanks and he
stammered. Don't mention 1t. am
one of your neighbors. My room IL
Just below and II 1t happens again Just
call on me. My name Is Peter Hair
sis."
As the girls walked along the stree,
they laughed over the adventure.
Il hope our deliverer will not pre-
sumo on this" said Helen.
II don't think he looks presumptious
oh, Helen, I have never seen anyone
who looked a. much like An angel q.
10 did through that transom."
AN angel with red hair and freckles
Just fancy" laughed Helen.
But you will,have to sTant that hi.
ha1S 10 appropriate. atllsast."
"Dysn 20. StsPstsr sounds ali rtgh
70 no He IL 'yours.-atslsast you ma,
Alaiin MIN. even II you never speak {.
Aimsas4in." e., ~ -y 81 q Z
AaWook went BY. Dorothy spen
most u her time at her typdv4itsl
while Hslsn kept the tiny apaYtansn
beautifully neat and clean and PRE-
harsd the meals On the sas stove.
Twice day they went for Q Ion,
walk, and. on one Of two.occlsions ne
Pstsr Harris On Tie stairs. Thsy 81
ways spoke plsasAatly, but huSrssd ol
though hs%showS6 disposition to In
one aftsrsson DslIy laA ssas q