The daily star-mirror. (Moscow, Idaho) 1911-1939, 1915-08-04
CHAPTER x.

burning torrent of tears. 1t was all up
then! Not one of those three womer
but would fight for Hall now, to the
death. Oh, Flodie could read theil
faces Hadn't each one of them, ever
while demanding the others loyalty
been sleekly planning to betray hel
own pledged word to gain the coveted
money? What chance had poor neg
lected F1odie, who hadn't even beer
asked? She dried her eyes and looked
up at the clock. 1t was three-fifteen
AS she watched the dial, her face
changed subtly. Dropping her eyes she
began to think in real earnest. Her
, time was short If she were to play
Cinderella at the party tonight, it be-
hooved her to find fairy godmother
as soon as possible. Wouldn't that
have to be Hall-who else?
She dabbed her eyes in water, then
went to the door of the studio.
"Oh, Mr.. Bonistelle!" she called.
He came in looking anxious. Lord,
I've been worrying myself sick!" he
confessed. What in the world were
they up to, anyway"
ooh, they seemed to be talking about
some club, or society," or something
that they were interested in. They
wanted Rosamund Gale to join, I
think"
well, I'm glad it was no worse than
that" He looked at his watch. Lord,
| must be off. I've got to hook this
timepiece and pay an installment on
the ring. | don't care much for rings
on a womans hand especially if it's
pretty. Now yours, Flodie, is perfect"
She tried to hide her hands, but he
took them, and held them up and
looked critically. Flodie closed her
eyes, that the tears might not come
out
Say, Flo-I s'pose I'll miss you like
the devil, after I'm married." he went
on, dropping her hands. 1--WE got kind
of used to you, you know. It'll seem
funny not to have you round to talk
You don't really mind my laughing at
you occasionally, do you, FLOP"
ooh, no, love 1t, Mr.. Bonistelle!"
"Say, Flo, remember that first time
you ever came in here? D'you know
liked you the moment l set eyes on
YOU
F1odie cast down her head. $50 did
you" she said.
"It always makes me smile, just to
look at you, somehow. You're such a |
queer little tyke. Always happy, aren't |
you, Flo?"
She looked up bravely. "Oh, yes!"
The telephone bell rang. Hall |
snatched up the receiver savagely.
Hello. :. Who is this? :. Oh, yes
OF course >. Oh! You will? By jove,
that's great! :. Why, yes, I'm de-
lighted But I am, Rosamund, why
why, I'm the happiest man in the
world! You've no idea what relief
It is +. Sure! That's just what was
going to suggest. Yes, we'll do it to-
night. Fine All right, we'll talk it
over when you come. Good-by, dear!"
He hung up the instrument slowly
'Rosamund's accepted me. F1odie, I'll
,e millionaire by tonight. What dyou
hink, she's promised to marry me i'm
nediately; we'll have it over this eve
ling"
He arose thoughtfully. "Well, l
,uess that's settled, then. Rosamund's
t."
F'lodie, unable to control herself, had
isen and was making for the stock
DOM, when he called her back. "Say,
10, wait minute" He went up to
Ter kindly. Perhaps after I'm mar I
led we can arrange it somehow"
ooh, no, Mr.. Bonistelle," Flodie
hook her head decidedly. II shall go
yer to Deerfield. You know he's
yanted me to come for months"
He turned to her suddenly. Oh
!. Flo, don't want you to go to Deer
eld He's beast! / can't bear to $
link of his ordering you round"
ooh, that doesn't matter, now. The Z
My thing I'm afraid Of, Mr.. Bonistelle
well, never mind" e
WHAT"
ooh, we'll, nothing; only-Tm SO
,raid that when you get your money,
ou won't ever do anything more.
cure so lazy you need to be poked
/ the time. Do you think Mrs. Royal =
N, or Carolyn Dallys, or Rosamund
Ill care snap for your art, or for
,ur talent, or anything but your =
oney?" -
He went over to her and patted her
the back affectionately. Say, Flo, :, !"
believe you do like me, after all. =,
on't you worry, little girl, I'll pull :,
rough all right You see, when Rosa -
und is my wife" Again the tele-
zone bell rang
"Hello!" he shouted, and then again, 81
ore gently, ooh, hello! -. Oh, yes, ct
e phone was busy; someone just ~
ng me up too bad Oh. nothing n