The Chickasha daily express. (Chickasha, Indian Territory [Okla.]) 1899-current, 1915-11-09
MARIORIE'S VACATION
BY LOUISE OLIVER.

must start rle,nl away W Save
for my vacation! Two months with
out lunch and walking home in the
evening will help. Besides, | think
I'm safe now in asking old Mr.. Dodge
for raise of SIS a n onth"
She got up and went to the door OF
the Office marked "l9rivate."
A masculine voice called Come in!"
to her knock.
Mr.. Dodge was not there. In his
place at the desk was young man
in outing clothes. Marjorie decided
he must be a son of her employer.
There was a resemblance-yet diff
ference. In the gray eyes was an ex.
preston that made Marjorie smile in
voluntarily.
81 thought Mr.. Dodge, Sr., was here,'
said Marjorie simply, turning to go.
well, if you knew me better. l am
sure you wouldn't waste time talking
to the old man." The twinkle in his
eyes deepened.
Marjorie flushed, yet she couldn't
help another smile.
IF | thought you had the family
pocketbook. | might have prefer
ence," she returned. I'm after
money!"
What! You, tool Poor pops! So
am II"
"I-perhaps l had better not wait.
/ think I'll come again"
q say, Miss Brown" he pleaded,
don't go. I'll slip out myself and leave
you clear track. Good afternoon.
wish you luck" And before Marjorie
could stop him he was gone.
But Dodge, Sr., had eaten lobster
for his lunch and it was troubling
him. Marjorie met an emphatic re-
fusal. However, the following morn.
ing a folded typewriter letter on her
| desk brought an excited flush to her
| cheeks. Silas Dodge repented of his
| hastiness and would give her not five
| but ten dollars a month in addition to
her regular salary.
Two months passed It was late Sep
tember. Marjorie, by marshaling
every cent she could spare, counted
| enough for her trip Everything was
ready but a few unfinished letters at
| the office 1t was Saturday afternoon,
half holiday The outer Office was
empty when she went in, but she heard
voices in the private office beyond.
what do you mean by giving Stew
art ten dollars every payday to put
in Miss Browns envelope?"
Il mean" spoke up the voice of
Silas Dodge, Jr., that you underpay
your employees. The girl honestly
earns more than she's getting
"But why should you undertake to
pay her? If you would quit spend
ing my money and make living for
yourself, perhaps could afford to pay
more to others"
"You won't have to give me any
more money, dad. have been work
ing. / earned that money myself
Moreover, 1 have a splendid chance in
the country to demonstrate my knowl-
edge of scientific farming. leave to-
day"
Marjorie rose. She took $50 out OF
her purse and knocked at the office
door. 1t was only the matter of an in
stant or two for her to lay the money
on the desk before the two astonished
men and go out.
She went home and unpacked her
trunk, counted the little money she
had left and did some hard thinking.
The two weeks ahead were hers. Why
should she stay in baking hot city
when the whole green world stretched
wide around her? She was good
walker and she could pay for simple
meals at farmhouses on her way.
; Therefore, dressed in a plain linen
suit and carrying very light grip,
Marjorie started forth on her travels
) One afternoon, as it was warm, she
t halted under big oak tree near a cool
little stream. For while she read
and munched at a stick of candy she
had bought at a country store. But
she got very drowsy, and, making a
pillow of moss, she was soon asleep.
When she opened her eyes she
smelled tobacco smoke. 1t came from
the other side of her tree. Moreover,
a smart little fire was burning near
. her and she smelled bacon frying. She
. shifted enviously.
|. 81 hope you feel better" said voice
around the tree. 1t was oddly familiar.
Then she knew.
At first she frowned; then she
smiled.
Il do, thank you"
That's good. came the voice. ''Will
you have some supper?"
: "If you'll only come around and let
: me see my host"
. Silas Dodge. Jr.. came around.
. Then you don't bear any grudge?"
For being kind to me? mol"
You're good sport. Miss Brown.
, knew you'd understand"
'Thank you. But isn't the bacon
burning?p anxiously.
He jumped for the pan NO, just
right. Do you like bacon?'
Love it.
! Silas junior sighed. Il wish l were
. a nan of fried bac0n..'