Western Carolina Democrat and French Broad hustler. [volume] (Hendersonville, N.C.) 1913-1915, 1914-02-12

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would inevitably involve q long, expent
sive and intensely wearing strainl
would they ride him round and
round upon their shoulders? Would.
they cheer him till the blood rushed
to their heads? Would the woman
want to kiss him and the youngsters
look at him as If he were q species Of
superior being? Verify, they would.
And verify they did.
IN the meantime, In the Office. Clara
was left quite alone. She nay have
been aware that interesting things
were happening in the factory, things
which she would very gladly have wit
messed, but beyond doubt she felt that
something far more interesting-to-
wit, the arrival of Bob Wallace-was
likely to occur at any moment In the
once. She preferred the smiles of
Wallace to the cheers Of working-peo-
pie. and she waited for them.
Wallace was not long delayed. She
greeted him with cordial liking. You
didn't expect to fnd.me here, did your
well, hardly. This is an unexpect-
ed pleasure"
"Mr. Jones will be back in q few
minutes. He went out in the works to
make a speech"
She gave this information with the
air of one explaining commonplaces.
To her everything, in deed, was com
monplace, save Wallace. She held him
the most extraordinary thing on earth.
But he was utterly amazed. ITO
make a speech!" He burst into a roar
of laughter. well, what do you think
of that!"
ing for the cheering, but she would tell
him about it, because she liked to talk
to him on any subject. well. you
should have heard them cheering!
They've made more noise than this
old own has ever heard before"
Eyes, / dare say it is" he granted,
as new cheers burst forth.
But he did not go to see the dem
o~nstration, which indicated to him
that he must find something most at.
tractiYe in this village bellies COM
pany. What other woman could have
held him from the sight of Broadway
Jones in his first effort as an orator?
funny" he remarked, and smiled
at her; II vas thinking of you as I
passed the drug store just now"
She laughed. delighted. That's
strange. I've been thinking of you,
tool"
Have you really?"
Eyes. oh, those chocolates were
fine! / ate them AL before l went to
bed" Then, reproachfully, but you
shouldn't be spending your money tSe
way you dol"
He was unconscious of any mad ex-
penditure of which she could be cognf-
zant and, therefore, was surprised.
''What?"
"Mr. Jones told me that you were a
regular spendthrift."
This from Broadway, the most IA
nous spendthrift of New York's recent
years! when did he tell you that?"
he asked. endeavoring to hide the
meaning OF his smiles.
Just a little while ago. He said you
spent yer twenty-five dollars one
night"
For a second this extraordinary
statement almost choked him. He had
been with Broadway when that sum
would have been regarded as a modest
tip for a head-waiter.
ooh, did he tell you about that
night?" he asked. still carefully en-
~deavoring to conceal the nature of his
smiles at least.
And as he smiled it came upon him
that for reasons which he did not un-
derstand as yet he should be sorry to
have this particular girl learn details
Of some nights which he and Broadway
Jones had passed together on the IA
nous street they knew so well.
YES" she said, prettily admonish-
ing, "and you mustn't waste it in that
way any more"
She shook her finger at him playful
ly, but with a serious light of eyes be-
hind the ~playfulness which seemed to