Bonners Ferry herald. [volume] (Bonners Ferry, Idaho) 1904-current, 1915-12-17
CHAPTER vi.

IL Wdb TWO ClOCh III lne AFTERNOON.
FIDDLE was crying Seated at her desk.
her bills Uttered. her account books in
disorder, her head was down on her
arms, In an attitude of dismal aban-
don. She did not weep, she cried.
Hall Bonistelle married--and not to
herl Married to whom? All, that
was the worst OF it. II Flodis had
known the identity Of her rival her
sorrow might have, before now, been
transmitted into anger Would Mrs.
Royalton, or Carolyn Dallys bscsne
Mrs. Bonistelle? Or, worst of all,
would the wedding ring be wsra by
Rosamund Gale?' Fledle didn't knew,
Hall didn't know. Evcn Rsssmund
didn't know herself Hence Flsdie's
tears, wet and heavy, splashing, trick
ling, soaking the dark blue better Of
Flodie's desk.
At two-ten sundry sounds, trAnslat
, ed by Flodie's intimate knowledge OF
Hall Bonistelle's ways, indicated his
approach. She sat hastily down at the
typewriter and began to print OF this
interesting message:
Quiz Jack; thy frowns vex q. D
Plumb"
Interesting mainly because, a con
coction OF Flodie's debutante days al
the typewriter, 1t contained every
known letter Of the alphabet. Now II
served to focus her mind ON her fin
gers, and hide her face from scrutiny
oil in Oh l.l
the statement nine times, and seemed
too busy for speech.
Say, I'm going out, Flol" he an
nounced, ard tapped with his stick on
the floor thoughtfully.
Fiocie kept right on: thy frowns
vex G. d. Plumb" But love and curl
osity won against embarrassment. She
wheeled round in her chair. What
are going to do, Mr.. Bonistelle
There's work for you to do. should
think"
Lord, | don't feel much like worl
today, but I've finished Mrs. Royal
tons plates. Carry Dallys', too; some
o; her poses are not half bad She:
almost pretty, did you know It?
didn't have time to develop Rosamund
She can wait; expect I'll have plenty
of time for her later"
At the infection Flodie turned tS
him again with heartbroken look
"Oh. Mr.. Bonistellel Have you-reAlly
made up your mind that she
Flodie couldn't finish. She choksd.
Hall laughed. Lord, made up m,
mind What good would that do? I'll
up to them, now. Well. I'm on thu
way to buy the ring-and l sugat t.
get suit Of clothes to 70 away in
/ haven't anything at all to wear"
Flodie bit her lip hard. "Oh. MT
Honistellel-" was she going to sreal
down, after ALI In despair, her I'm
sers Few to the keys OF her machine
thy frowns vex G. d. Plumb. Qui
Jack"
He tapped her playfully with tn
tip Of his stick. well, I'm OF. T1o
See ysu tonight Be here early!"
Flodie turned wretched face t,
hin. Her eyes were wet
But l don't know how you wan
the rooms decorated, Mr.. Bonistellel
"Oh, l don't care-uss your owl
taste. It'll be all right. You can d
It So long, Fol" And he was OF
Flodie went to the washstand be
hind the screen and dabbsd her eye
in cold water. then inspected hersel
morcilesEly in the mirror. A sigh
She mace face at herself and re
turned listlessly to work.
But mental occupation was impos
sib.s; Flodie had too much on he
mind already Manual exercise wa
what she needed to keep her fror
giving up to her misery. There we're tn
freshly developed plates-she wen
into the dark room to get them.
Taking the rack full OF glass mega
tives. she emerged and walked int
the Office. Busy with nielanchol
thoughts of Hall Bonistelle. shGc
awaited her. There was strange
In the room.
Mr.. Bonistelle in?"