Iron County news. [volume] (Hurley, Wis.) 1913-1950, 1915-06-19

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" she sighed, now for bust
ness!"
She read aloud from the book. lat
ten o'clock Mrs. Rena Royalton-"
She looked up. And you won't be
] half ready! III have to entertain
her-and you know how l hate that
woman!"
Can you name one woman, Flodie
Fisher, whom you do not hate?"
No, l cant. 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. Let's see
ten-thirty-Miss Dallys. Oh no. for
got! You took her yesterday"
/
murmured dreamily. lighting a ciga-
rette and watching his assistant
amusedly.
Carolyn" Flodie fairly spit it out.
Since how long?"
Ever since l neglected to pay ny
dinner call on her, Flodie. had to
do something to sootne her rufTled
feelings-so l began to call her Caro-
lyn. 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
she runs after you! Why, she fairly
clucks like hen!"
"Oh, 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 fiattered."
Don't all women like it?" Flodie
depanded.
mo! You're too young. Flodie. You
want compliments. Hall was trium-
plant. 1T depends upon how you do
it, you know. Rena wants it laid on
thick. A woman doesn't demand
subtlety, Flodie, after she gets to the
thirty-five"
"Thirty-fve! Mrs Royalton is thirty.
eight, if she's day."
''By the way, how old are you, Flo
die? 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 and sought refuge in a
bundle of bills There's a Please re-
nit from the Philosophy company,
she announced, looking up. What
shall do?"
'Oh, answer Necessity forbids!
Hall shrugged his shoulders.
r why, Mr. Bonistelle, don't you real
ise that we've simply got to pay that
bill pretty soon, or they won't send
US any more stuff? Oh, it's all very
we'll for you to sit there in a red silk
dressing gown and laugh and make
aristocratic jokes But have to take
all the kicks, and stand off the col
iectors!"
Hall applauded gracefully Say
Flodie, you've got your war boots on
today, haven't you! What's the par.
ticular matter?"
THE matter!" Flodie looked down
on him as from a mountain Where's
the rent coming from, I'd like to
know? Out of your cigarette smoke
Yes, you can smile and twist that silly
mustache all you want, but that won't
pay for hypo! Do you imagine we
can run this business on epigrams and
funny gestures? No. sir! Mr.. Boni
STEELE, "-Flodie shook his shoulder
you've simply got to wake up and
make a whole load of money. quick!"
He rose and yawned artistically
Lord, | know it, Think Of a Boni
STEELE having to work Tor MS living!
Isn't that grotesque? Why, for all
know, / may be a millionaire this very
minute. Fancy, Flodie-a millionaire
"Say"-FIodie grew serious. when
are they ever going 70 find out about
} that old will, anyway"
81 wish to heaven l knew! If John
- B. Bonistelle had been anyone else's
p uncle. he would have fled his viii
. with his attorneys, and his nephew
would be driving a horsepower
car by this time. Bat 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 pins
and needles ever since he died
Well. of course he'll leave you
something. You'll get BOBBY consoIa
ton prize. anyway. He cant cut yoJ
out entirely"
j. TO BE CONTINUED
n Huguenot Relics.
d Henry N. Lester, president OF tbs