The Lynden tribune. [volume] (Lynden, Wash.) 1908-current, 1915-12-23

you benent by II yourSelI, why 50
much the better Pitch in and catch
Rodney if you want him. should be
glad of 1t. Only there would be one
condition"
Beneath this direct attack the girl
did finally blush little. She gathered
herself together again. however, and
folded up her book by way of recap
turing her composure.
why, Mr.. Martini" she said, what
an idear'
why Is 1t such an idea? Is there
nothing to attract young fellow and
good looking girl like you to each
other? You're too modest, Miss Mary
I'm not judge of that, Mr.. Mar
tin said Mary.
"Oh. yes. you arer' retorted her EN-
ployer. And I'm not so sure you're
not quite willing myself"
But | think you're very unkind to
me-" protested Mary. taking another
cue. You appeal to my woman's
curiosity. Surprising. for the sake of
argument. that your son and ] are
madly In love with each other. what
are your conditions?"
"Well." said her employer, II tell
-ou frankly don't want to lose that
10000 to John Clark. and l do want
to stir Rodney up. He needs an in
centive, and I've been ransacking my
brains to find the right one. And l
think I've found 1t. think it's YOU
~, Mr.. Martin? Do you really think
SOP" she expostulated demurely.
Eyes, do really think so. Miss Gray
son." he mimicked.
Don't you think it's just perversi-
typ persisted Mary. do you think
Rodney would really care about me If
he could have me just for the asking?
| don't see how can help you at ALL"
"Oh. yes, you can! And I'll tell you
just how" went on Old Martin trench
antly. 81 want Rodney to work for
his money and his wife together. I'm
going to turn him out of here
"Turn him out. Mr.. Martin? What
ever do you meanT'
"JusL what / say-turn MIN out,
throw him overheard. Didn't you ever
hear of the old admiral who taught his
children to swim by throwing them
overheard? The girls as well as the
boys. If they didn't drown they swan,
he said. But they usually swami"
But they might have drowned" OBJ
jected Mary. with pretty shudder.
mo-" said old Cyrus, with VII
lain's chuckle, I've got it all doped
tut. I'll turn him out, right enough.
I'll find good excuse for it. I'm mad
enough with him half the time. Look
here. Mary, has Rodney proposed to
you YETI"
"Well. really, Mr.. Martini" stammer
ed the secretary. do you really think
well. the next time he proposes
you're to accept him. See? You're to
consents. and then send him to ASK
me. That'll be my big scene"
You'll say yes-you'll refuse?" slut
tered Mary. showing some concern il
the success Of the plot, despite her ef
forts to be detached and business
like.
Consent? No. That's my cue for
turning him out of my house forever.
roared the Stage father. working him
self up into quite an advanced condi
ton of parental fury. Let him marry
Typewriter? Don't let that hurt your
feelings. my dear.l Let some design
ing woman get her hands on him for
rich mans son? business Of indig-
nation. my dearD I'll turn him down
and out in proper fashion. Upon my
word feel like doing 1t this minute"
But there's one chance you've over
looked. Mr.. Martin" resumed Mary.
pursuing her pretty mouth slightly at
the corners.
whats that?'
",That he may not propose to me
again-I mean at ALL" she corrected.
"Well, then, I'll disinherit him for
sure" roared the soap king. Now,
be off with you, too, before I lose my
temper"
But as Mary turned to go he called
after her again (what fat, pretty
back she had. he thought. subconsci-
ously, as he watched her lay her hand
on the doorknob):
mo, don't go yet. There's one thing
more. We must make q bona fide deal
of this thing. You want to hear my
terms, of course. 'on't your
.'vnur ter,,,so ."
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