The log cabin Democrat., 1912-05-09
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Mrs. Bruce put down the letter in a ! futter of excitement. Her face was flushed with pleasure and her eyes i sparkled with anticipation. She hur-' ried to the telephone, but just as she laid her hand on the receiver she changed her mind.
 No, I'll have the fun of telling Dick face to face," she said to herself.
 The thought of his surprise and de- 1 light quickened her feet on the stairs as she ran to her room to dress for the street. All the way downtown she pictured her husbands amaZement and pleasure in the news she had for him. She determined to make him guess 1 few times before she told him.
 It was with some difficulty that she modified the illumina tion of her beam | ing face as she entered her husbands office. He must not suspect at first that she was the bearer of such good tidings As it happened, he was busy telephoning when she approached his desk and he merely nodded as she sank into chair by his side. She had therefore plenty of time to compose her features So it was with quite successfully grave face that she greet ed him when he finally ceased his tele- phonic conversation.
 "Well, dear?" he began At the same instant the telephone bell began also. and in another second he was deeply engrossed in conversation that to Mrs. Bruce seemed to have lasted full ly ten minutes.
 "Dick; came down to-" she said when at last he hung up the receiver.
 Just minute, Lucy. I've got to call up Bentley at once and tell him Of this matter that Hardwich was phon- ing me about"
 After Bentley had been put in pos. session of long list of facts and de- tails that to Mrs Bruce were about as clear as so much Sanskrit her hus- band again turned to her with well coming smile.
 "This morning, Dick. I received letter from"
 "Ting-a-ling. ting-a-ling," rang the telephone. It's insistent demand for his attention promptly brought Bruces ear to the receiver.
 By George, is that right!" he ex claimed after he had listened min ute Its a pretty big deal, isn't it.? We'll, you'll have to go to Hardwich for the figures. Yes, we can send over du1n h,,t IJor rd uyfNt Oiv you more data. Yes, certainly, I'll ask him. Don't mention it. I have plenty of time No trouble whatever" He hung up the receiver.
 That was a chance to do the great Amalgamated company little favor" !" he said smilingly to Mrs. Bruce. But before his hand had left the receiver he changed his mind and took it down again. Then followed a long and dip lomatic appeal to Hardwich. Mrs. Bruce sat through it patiently, buoyed up by the thought of the perfectly de- lightful surprise she still had in store for her husband
 Once more the receiver was hung up on it's hook and Bruce. swinging around in his chair, said, Going shop ping, Lucy?"
 No, Dick, came down especially to tell you" Then the loud ring of the telephone drowned her voice.
 "Hullo. Yes. Oh, Mir. Bonthorne! Very glad to hear from you. Why, yes, I think so. No trouble at all. l have the whole project mapped out here in my desk. Yes, if you wish, can read | off the main points for you" Bruce drew a thick package of pa pers from a pigeon hole and began te read slowly and carefully numerous paragraphs and long lists of figures Mrs, Bruce gave his back a despairing | glance, fidgeted for ten minutes and then, rising quietly, slipped out of the | office.
 Half an hour later she called up her husband on the telephone from dry | goods store. Somewhat to her sur | prise the line was not busy and she got l hs ot