The Watertown weekly leader. [volume] (Watertown, Jefferson County, Wis.) 1912-1917, 1915-06-15
ng occupation OF merely studying

AS to that, if one had asked Flodie,
she would have smiled and changed
the subject. Least of all, perhaps, II
the truth were told, did he know the
fond adorer who had voluntarily made
herself his slave. He saw and took
advantage of her cleverness and zeal;
her attractive oddly refreshed him,
but to her deep seriousness and the
reserves Of her temperament he was
totally blind.
Flodie sat watching his long, slen-
der hands engaged gracefully with
fork and spoon. But, much as she loved
to watch him, her conscience made her
too uncomfortable. Reluctantly she
withdrew her eager eyes.
WELL" ne sighed, now for bust
ness!"
She read aloud from the book. "At
ten o'clock Mrs Rena Royalton-'
She looked up. "And you won't be
half ready! I'll have to entertain
her-and you know how | hate that
woman!"
"Can you name one woman, Flodie
Fisher, whom you do not hate?"
mo, l can't They're all cats. Cats
and rats and hens and snakes and
parrots! But that's no reason for
keeping them waiting" Flodie ran
her finger down the page. Lets see
ten-thirty- Dallys. Oh, no, for
got! You took her yesterday
"Carolyn's certain a fine girl" Hall
murmured dreamily, lighting a ciga-
rette and watching his assistant
amusedly.
Carolyn" F1odie fairly spit it out
"Since how long?"
Ever since l neglected to pay my
dinner call on her, Flodie. had to
do something to soothe her ruf1ed
feelings-so I began to call her Caro-
Ign. What's the inevitable result
She's invited me for next Wednesday
| again. People always invite you again
| if you are rude enough, Flodie."
"You must have been pretty rude
to Mrs. Royalton, then, by the way
clucks like hen!"
ooh, Mrs. Royalton! All, there
have another method, She's one OF
| those women you can't possibly in
suit" Hall smiled with superiority
"Rena's got to the age, you know
when she prefers to be fattered."
Don't all women like it," Flodie
| demanded.
mo! You're too young, Flodie. You
want compliments" Hall was trium
| plant. ct depends upon how you dc
it, you know. Rena wants it laid or
thick A woman doesn't demand
subtlety, Flodie, after she gets to the
thirty-fve."
"Thirty-five! Mrs. Royalton is thirty
eight, if she's a day!"
"By the way, how old are you, Flo
die? I forget"
me? Why, I'm only twenty-one!'
| Hall laughed. 'Plus five, makes
twenty-six."
I'm mott" she protested-but it was
no use. He laughed at her till she
| flushed red land sought refuge in {
| bundle of bills. There's a Please re
nit from the Philosophy company
she announced, looking up. ''Wha
shall l do?'
ooh, answer Necessity forbids!'
Hall shrugged his shoulders.
| "Why, Mr. Bonistelle, don't you real
ize that we've simply got to pay tina
bill pretty soon, or they won't sent
us any more stuff? Oh, it's all yer,
we'll for you to sit there in a red sill
| dressing gown and laugh and make
aristocratic jokes! But have to take
all the kicks, and stand Off the col
| lectors!''
Hall applauded gracefully. "Say
Flodie, you've got your war boots OF
today, haven't you! What's the par
| ticular matter?"
"The matter!" Flodie looked dow
on him as from mountain. Where!
the rent coming from, I'd like tt
know? Out Of your cigarette smoke
Yes, you can smile and twist that sill,
| mustache all you want, but that won
pay for hypoi Do you imagine We
can run this business on epigrams anC
| funny gestures? No, sir! Mr. Boni
STEELE, '-Flodie shook his shoulder
you've simply got to wake UP anc
| make a whole load Of money, quick!"
He rose and yawned artistically
Lord, 1 know it! Think of a Boni
STEELE having to work for his living
Isn't that grotesque? Why, for all
! know, l may be a millionaire this very
minute Fancy, Flodie-a millionaire!'
"Say''-Flodie grew serious. "Whe1
are they ever going to find out abou
that old will, anyway"
81 wish to heaven l knew! If Joh1
B. Bonistelle had been anyone else.
uncle, he would have filed his will
with his attorneys, and his nephew
would be driving a xty-horsepowel
car by this time. But being mine, O
course he has to hide the COMPOUNDED
document where it won't be found til
the estate is settled. I've been on pin.
and needles ever since he died"
"Well, of course he'll leave 70,
something. You'll get BOBBY consola
ton prize, anyway. He can't cut you
out entirely!"
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