The Prince George's enquirer and southern Maryland advertiser. (Upper Marlborough, Md.) 1882-1925, 1915-08-13

alphabetically. "Of course I'm nothia'
but a janitor-now-bu Miss Fisher.
II only had you I'd show EN-. And
say. don't go yet, please, Miss Fisher
wait till l get rio of it for once and for
all-it1l do me good--you wouldn't
ever have the likes of me, l know
that amt all of tits only l want to
do something for you, just to prove
how l feel! If could only help you
some way!-don't you understand how
it is, Miss Fisher? Won't you give me
a try sometime? That's all l want
nowi"
Flodie, leaning against the table,
watched him with tears in her eyes.
All, Flodie understood. How well she
knew! She could no longer laugh at
him. Kindly she stretched forth her
hand; and the janitor who, in all his
life had never known gallantry,
reached for it. and kissed it as natu-
rally as might courtier. He touched
Flodie's little hand as if it were holy
relic; and on it there fell a soft rain
Of tears.
Flodie bit her lip; she slowly shook
her head. I'm awfully sorry, Alfred,
really; but I don't see what can do"
Alfred's lips quivered, and his hands
writhed as he replied: why, all l
want you to do is to promise, Miss
Fisher-ask me to do something for
you. Something hard to do. The very
hardest thing you know. Why, Id do
anything. Miss Fisher anything!"
Alfred meant literally what he said.
She put her soft hand in his. Il know
what you mean, Alfred she said so
berly. You're so good! I'll call on
you if ever l need you. I'll promise"
She turned a little sadly back to her
desk.
"All right" Alfred's look feasted on
her. He paused by the door. Its
really more than ever hoped for, Miss
Fisher, what you just said! Thank
you!" He left, almost with dignity.
F1odie turned to her work. From
the telephone to her printing she vi.
brated, and from that to her accounts.
occasional inspection of Alfred's prog
ress, and arrangements for the eve
ning's refreshments. Meanwhile her
busy mind was going over the problem
of managing her trio of rivals. If she
could only find Rosamund! Rosamund
she had, from the first, disliked; she
had always resented her appearance.
Now she fairly longed for her to open
the door. She thought and thought OF
some possible way to reach her.
In half hour. miraculously, as if
summoned by F1odie's mental demand,
who but Rosamund did open the door!
-Rosamund Gale, more patronizing.
more assured and nonchalant than
ever.
Hello" she said coolly; Hall
here?" She sauntered up to the mir.
ror and poked at her golden ringlets.
"Why, no. Mr.. Bonistelle has just
left" said F1odie, suspiciously cordial.
stopping her writing. But I'm expect
ing him any minute. Won't you
wait?"
Rosamund craned her neck, trying
to catch a glimpse of her barrette.
"Those pictures of mine developed!"
mo, Miss Gale Mr. Bonistelle had
to work on some of his customers.
I'm sorry"
"Well, should think he might get
mine done first. I was in an awful
hurry to see EN-"
well, he has to attend to business
part of the time, you know, Miss Gale, I"
said F1odie.
ooh, indeed" Rosamund gave her .
long, cruel stare. II don't see why he
bothers\ about his old business SO
much. He can afford to take it easy.
we'll enough"
well. of course I wouldn't say any
thing about it to a customer, you
know, but so long as you and Hall are
such great friends, why,-well, the
fact Is, I'm rather worried"
Flodie noted with glee that Rosa
mund was losing color.
do you mean to say that Hall
Bonistelle isn't doing as we'll as-well,
as well as he says?" Rosamund de-
manded.
F1odie smiled with secret satisfac-
tion. "Oh, 1 wouldn't exactly say that,
you know, but then-well, it costs a
lot to run this place. Here, look at
those bills! l don't think he'd mind.
so long as it's you!" She handed Rosa
mund a neatly folded parcel. Il don't
know how in the world we're ever
going to pay them"
Rosamund turned them over cuat
| ously, frowning. HIM" she said to
herhelf, through tightened lips. Quite
| a bunch Of em, isn't there? Why, !
don't see how he can expect to-
| she gazed anxiously at F1odie.
F1odie, seeing her advantage, art
| fully receded "Oh, Mr.. Bonistelle 10
optimistic, you know. He always thinks
he's going to come out all right. Just
wee bit reckless, perhaps, but then,
well, l guess it'll be all right"
Leaving this to sink into Rosa
mund's alarmed mind, Flodje walked
into the stockroom and proceeded with
her printing and washing
Say, Miss Fisher" Rosamund
called out, how much salary do you
| get, anyway?"