The Olneyville times. (Olneyville [Providence, R.I.]) 1887-1917, 1915-11-05

lot TO do this afternoon"
Flodie appeared nervous. Miss
Gale is waiting for me TO do her
proofs, you know" she said. 1--WE fin
ished the others, Mr.. Bonistelle.
think the ladies will excuse you; can
attend to them, all right" She walked
slowly back to the stockroom, giving
him a meaning glance as she left.
"Oh, yes. don't wait, Mr.. Bonistelle," I"
said Mrs. Royalton.
We'll. I'll have to go then. sup
pose. Make yourselves quite at home,
ladies'; I'll be back in a minute" He
left impatiently.
Carolyn thought a moment. Say,
we've got so much TO talk over. we
can't discuss il here. Hall may be
back any moment. I'll tell you. Wait
stockroom door and opened it. Miss
Fisher!" she called.
Flodie appeared wondering what
she could be wanted for.
81 say, Miss Fisher, couldn't we go
into the reception room for a while :?
w = Nt bOl bOAllt lhliSS W ldlh ONtl
About the party tonight. you know"
why certainly" was Flodies reply.
The studios being decorated, but the
reception room is all ready, and no
body will disturb you. Go right in"
Come on!" said Carolyn, turning
to the other ladies. We'll have il
out right now. and decide on every
thing" She led the way in.
Hardly had they disappeared when
Flodie emerged again. She took a
step toward the door they had left
ajar, and listened. Then she sat down
at her desk, smiling.
so far, so good!" she thought Her
scheme had worked perfectly. II was
| not for nothing that Flodie had
watched women, laughed at them, an
alyzed them and filed them away in
her mind. But now, what7 Was she
any nearer to getting Hall for herself?
! obviously she considered her pros
poets She was as intensely concen-
trated on the effort as the tiger wait
ing to leap on her prey. All to be
seen OF it, however, was little, quaint,
gray-eyed girl, pathetically bending
over her accounts.
1t was not many minutes before Hall
came in, thoughtfully winding a gold
watch. He looked about, surprised
Where are they? Gomez"
"Oh, no." said Flodie. I'm there!"
She nodded toward the reception
room
Hall walked toward the door and
looked in. Flodie watched him sharp
ly. Say" he said finally, turning to
her, there are three mighty nice
girls, did you know it?"
HIM" mumbled Flodie.
They're all so sweet-by Jove. |
hardly know which one like bestl"
he went on. They're charming; don't
you think so?"
Flodie was very busy writing in a
little book. YES" she said without
looking up
mo, but really. Flo!"
"Oh, yes;' really"
"By Jove. / hardly know which one
! do like best!" Hall peeped into the
reception room again curiously,
through narrow slit in the doorway
We'll, you can't marry them all, can
the end Of her penholder viciously.
mo, that's the deuce of it. | almost
wish | could"
"Mr. Bonistelle!"
We'll, then. I've got to jilt two of
them. wonder which one will be
the lucky girl! OF course it all de-
pends upon what they say TO me to-
night"
He stopped suddenly and turned TO
Flodie. Say. what are they talking
about in there. anyway"
"Oh, l don't know. Clothes, guess"
Flodie held her breath.
by jove!" His face changed swift.
ly. "Oh, pshaw, though. nice girls
don't go about telling their love af-
fairs, do they? What the deuce are
you laughing at?"
"Oh, no!" said Flodie Mice girls
never get as intimate as that On
all subjects that concern the heart.
Mr.. Bonistelle, women are invariably
as silent as the gravel"
He looked hard at her. rThat's
evidently sarcasm. Say. I'm Worried"
He walked anxiously back to the door
and looked in again. by Jove." he
exclaimed. this is getting on my
nerves. Lord. II they should find outl
See here. what were they talking
about while they we're in here walt
ing? D'you known
She looked up ingenuously. and re-
piled. "Oh. I was In the stockroom.
printing proofs. They were ali alone
here in the Office"
We'll. wish to goodness you had
listened. I'D hate to lose four mil
lions OF dollars on account OF them.
See here, Flo. can't stand this I
feel as II were smoking a pipe on
top of a barrel OF gunpowder. There
may be an explosion any minute. You
can't tell what may touch IT off-vhy.
a single word. perhaps. I'm not going
to leave until they're out Of hera