The diamond drill. (Crystal Falls, Iron County, Mich.) 1887-1996, 1913-06-14

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"Oh, yes, know. Conoyer holds
the Convention in the hollow OF his
hand. lie owns the delegates and the
newspapers and the Legislature as
well as the railroads. And no sane
man would dream OF bucking such a
combination. But maybe I'm not quite
sane For I'm going to try it. Now
laugh all you like"
Laugh? feel more like crying.
lists lnlghtly and splendid OF you.
Clive And-2erhaps 1t may prove
less crazy than you think"
you mean7"
II mean nothing at all. | wish you
luck, though All the luck in the
world. Tell me more"
There is no more. Besides. I'd
rather talk about you. Tell me OF
your life here"
There's nothing to tell. It's work.
Pleasant enough work. even though
It's hard Everyone IS nice to me.
T."
That doesn't explain your choos-
ing such career out OF all that were
open to you. Why did you take IT."
'Pye often explained 1t to you, but
you never seem to understand. When
father died. lie left me nothing. l
had my living to make, and
But surely there were a thousand
easier. pleasanter ways OF earning II
than to kill yourself socially by be-
coming an employee in such family
as this II can't be congenial-"
The odd smile in her eyes checked
him and gave him vague sense OF
uneasiness.
ct is congenial," said the girl after
pause. II have my own suite OF
rooms, my own hours. my own way. /
have a natural bent for finance, and
business association with s'r. Conover
is real education. The salary is
good. My word in all household mat
tiers Is law. Mr.. Conover knows | un-
derstand how things should be con-
Quoted, and he has grown 10 rely on
me. | am more mistress here than
most women I'm their own homes. Mrs.
Conover is III so much-and Blanche
being away
"Anice," he broke in. I've known
you since you first went into long
! dresses. And know that the reasons
you've just given are none OF them
the sort that appeal 10 girl like you.
To some women they might But not
to you Why did You come here, and
why do you stay? There is some rea-
I son you haven't"
"Scuse me. Miss Lanier. said a
voice AT the entrance OF the alcoye,
THE Boss sent me to ask you would
you come TO the drorin'room. He
says the supperroom's open. an he'd
! like you 10 soop'rintend things. I've
been looldn' everywhere for You. Gee.
but goln' through bunch OF cops In
a pooroom and Is pie alongside OF
workin' way through this push"
The speaker was a squat, swarthy
4 little man on whom his ready-made
evening clothes sat with the grace
and comfort OF a set OF thumb screws.
! Give recognized him with difficulty
as the usually seIf-assured billy
Shevlin. Conover's most Fusted po-
\ litical henchman.
/ VERY we'll" replied Anice Lanier.
rising TO obey the summons. She
noted the dumb misery in Billy's face.
and paused TO ask
Aren't you having a good time,
Mr.. Shevlin1"
"A good time? Met oh, yes. Sure.
am. only hope no one'h mistake
me in this open-face suit for sena-
.or or mattinay idol. That's all
that's botherin' me I've been rubin
elbows with the Van Alstynes that
own half OF Pompton Av'no and live
in Yoorup. and with Stat Kerrigan's
wife, who used TO push coffee and
slnkers at Kerry's beanery. Oh. I'm
In sassiety all right An feel like a
pair OF yellow shoes az n fun'ral."
Never mind. laughed Anlce. THE
supperrooms open. and you'll enjoy
that part OF the evening. at any rate