Iron County news. [volume] (Hurley, Wis.) 1913-1950, 1915-07-03

crying. haven't you? What in the
world does a young girl like you have
to trouble your"
"Oh, waiting on customers. for one
thing!" Flodie tossed her head like a
flly.
Mrs. Royalton didn't apparently.
get the sarcasm. We'll. you don't
seem to wait on them very much!
Isn't Mr.. B0nistelle ready for me YETI"
Flodie started to reply, then changed
her mind. Il don't know" she said,
I'll see."
Hall was blinking from the dark
room, loaded plate-holders in hand.
oh, Mr., Bonistelle," FIodie whis-
pered despairingly, you aren't going
to propose to her, are you? Oh, don't,
don't, please, Mr.. Bonistene!"
Well. what's the matter now? I
thought you wanted me to-"
oh, but / don't now"
"Flodie! You're crazy. Don't you
worry! It'll be a happy day for you,
little girl, when I'm married! I'll see
that you get a better job than this!
Say where's that other plate-holder?"
over on that shelf. Oh, Mr.. Boni-
stelle, you'll be awfully unhappy l
know you Will"
He stopped impatiently.
Unhappy! With four millions.
Flodie? With private yacht-a
country house-a villa in Italy, per
aps-automobiles-a valet-by jove,
l guess not!"
Her face was absurdly distorted
with pain and anxiety. Her fists were
clenched. She summoned her courage
for the last despairing stroke. "Oh, she
paints, Mr. Bonistelle! She paints
her face like a clown You wouldn't"
Hall laughed aloud. For heavens
sake! Is that what's troubling you?
Now, I suppose she's the only woman
who does it in all New York, Well,
put your mind at rest, Flodie; I'll
promise to reform her after we're mar
ried. Tell her to come in"
Mrs. Royalton wandered into the
studio. She began. as usual. with a
shipper and a smile. q don't know
that ought to shake hands with you.
Mr.. BonisteIIe! You're a bad, bad
boy! Why haven't you been to see
me, an this long while?" She filled
the place with her dulcet personality.
Hall inspected her sagely, as one in
spects a valuable object he is expect
ing to purchase, seeing her, as it
we're, for the first time. His first re-
mark lacked conviction oh, I've
been busy-Rena!" That "Rena"
barely saved it.
Busy! Oh, you're always too busy
for poor little me! I'm sure you'll
take a horrid picture of me-and l did
so want to get a good one today"
Mrs. Royalton ratified on, taking of
her veil and inspecting her hair in
the cheval glass. She twitted him on
his impoliteness, she made her big
eyes bigger. She did the spoiled child
kittenishly.
Hall still seemed distract. He broke
away nervously and went to work. 1t
was his custom to engage his object
in conversation, permitting her to
change position, talk drink tea, hirt
or gesture as she would, while she was
unaware, and before she began to
wonder why he did not begin. to have
managed the exposure of some dozen
plates, from one or two of which he
was pretty sure to achieve a triumph
of art and naturalness.
But, at the mercy Of his obsession,
this method was impossible today.
Hall was too busy making up his mind,
and could not do two things at once.
You're not paying a bit of attention
to me-" she pouted. Mrs. Royalton.
babyish, was a picture for a cynic.
But Hall was too engrossed in his
own thoughts. He caught her with
an untitled finger, cried There" and
slipped in a plate. The fact is, l am
a bit worried today" he confessed.
Just look a bit over that way. That's
right. Fine" He deftly pressed the
bulb
She went up to him and patted his
arm. "Oh. you poor dear man. Oh.
wish l could help him OUT"
"Oh, no. I'm afraid you can't help
me-" he said irritably. Il wish to
heaven you could Now look up" be
commanded. Then he Owed under the
focusing cloth. and emerged to say,
IT'S partly you that I'm worrying
about, though, Rena."
About me? MOI" Mrs. Royalton
was delighted.
Yes, I am. really" He went up to
her and adjusted her jabOt.
Her eyes went of at him like
double-barreled shotgun In an explo-
sion Of coQuetry. Il suppose you tell
that to every woman you know"
He was in for it. now. Nonsense!
It's true. Rena-
She opened her eyes still wider
what In the world do you mean? ?"
She was hungry for more.
Wait till l get another picture
Hall wheeled his camera into a new
position. wondering what to say next.
She was animated enough, now. her