The Watertown weekly leader. [volume] (Watertown, Jefferson County, Wis.) 1912-1917, 1915-08-03

Say, OCu SO yet, pIOdS0, MISS F1SQor-
wait till get rid of it for once and for
all-itW 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 | feel! If could only help you
| some way!-don't you understand how
| Il is, Miss Fisher? Won't you give me
a try sometime? That's all | want
nown
Flodie, leaning against the table,
watched him with tears in her eyes.
All. Flodie understood! How well she
| knewi 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 1t, and kissed it as natu-
rally as might courtier He touched
Flodie's little hand as il it were a 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 don't see what l can do"
Alfred's lips Quivered, and his hands
writhed as he replied: why, all
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, I'd do
anything. Miss Fisher anything!"
Alfred meant literally what he said
She put her soft hand in his. "I 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.
Cali right" Alfred's look Toasted 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.
Flodie turned to her work. From
the telephone to her printing she vi
DRAFTED, and from that to her accounts,
occasional inspection of Alfreds 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 Rosamundi 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 Flodie'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.
'sWhy, no. Mr.. Bonistelle has just
left" said F1odie, suspiciously cordial,
stopping her writing. But I'm expect
ing him any minute. Won't you
| waltz"
Rosamund craned her neck, trying
| to catch a glimpse of her barrette.
Those pictures of mine developer"
"No, 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"
| said Flodie
"Oh. indeed" Rosamund gave her a
long, cruel stare. 81 don't see why he
! bothers about his old business so
much. He can afford to take it easy,
well enough"
| well, of course | wouldn't say any
| thing about 1t 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-
handed.
| F1odie smiled with secret satisfac-
ton. "Oh, wouldn't exactly say that,
you know, but then-well, 1t costs a
f, lot to run this place. Here, look at
| those bills! / don't think he'd mind,
SO long as it's you!" She handed Rosa
mund a neatly folded parcel. 81 don't
| know how in the world we're ever
going to pay them!"
Rosamund turned them over curl
ously, frowning. "H'm!" she said to
herhelf, through frightened lips. Quite
bunch of 'em, isn't there? Why, |
don't see how he can expect to"
she gazed anxiously at F1odie
| Flodie, seeing her advantage, art
fully receded. ",Oh, Mr.. Bonistelle is
optimistic, you know. He always thinks
he's going to come out all right. Just
wee bit reckless, perhaps, but then,
well, guess it'll be all right"
Leaving this to sink into Rosa
munds alarmed mind, Flodie walked
into the stockroom and proceeded with
her printing and washing.
Say, Miss Fisher!" Rosamund
called out, how much salary do you
| get, anyway"
cTO BE CoNTINUEDo
| Case of Forgetfulness.
Mrs. Sherburne Hopkins, who re-
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