The daily star-mirror. (Moscow, Idaho) 1911-1939, 1915-07-24


nfng's refreshments. Meanwhile her
busy mind was going over the problem
of managing her trio Of rivals If she
could only find Rosamund! Rosamund
she had, from the first, disliked; she
had always resented her appearance.
Now she fairly longed for her to open
the door. She thought and thought of
some possible way to reach her.
In half hour, miraculously as IL
summoned by Flodie's mental demand,
who but Rosamund did open the door!
-Rosamund Gale, more patronizing,
more assured and nonchalant than
ever
Hello" she said coolly; Hall
here" She sauntered up to the mir
ror and poked at her golden ringlets.
"Why, no. Mr. Bonistelle has just
left" said Flodie, suspiciously cordial,
stopping her writing. "But I'm expect
ing him any minute. Won't you
waltz"
Rosamund craned her neck, trying
to catch a glimpse Of her barrette.
"Those pictures of mine DEVELOPER"
mo, Miss Gale. Mr.. Bonistelle had
to work on some of his customers.
I'm sorry"
"Well, l should think he might get
mine done first I was in an awful
hurry to see EN-"
"Well, he has to attend to business
part Of the time, you know, Miss Gale"
said F1odie
ooh, indeed" Rosamund gave her
bothers about his old business so
much. He can afford to take it easy,
we'll enough
"Well, of course l wouldn't say any
thing about it to a customer, you
know, but so long as you and Hall are
such great friends, why,-well, the
fact is, I'm rather worried"
Flodie noted with glee that Rosa
mund was losing color.
do you mean to say that Hall
Bonistelle isn't doing as well as-well,
as we'll as he says?" Rosamund de-
manded.
Flodie smiled with secret satisfac-
ton. ooh, wouldn't exactly say that,
you know, but then-well, it costs a
lot to run this place. Here, look at
those bills! l don't think he'd mind,
so long as it's you'll" She handed Rosa
mund a neatly folded parcel. 81 don't
know how in the world we're ever
going to pay them!"
Rosamund turned them over curl
ously, frowning. "H'm!" she said to
herhelf, through frightened lips. quite
a bunch of 'em, isn't there? Why, !
don't see how he can expect to"
she gazed anxiously at Flodie.
Flodie, seeing her advantage, art
fully receded. ooh, Mr.. Bonistelle is
optimistic, you know. He always thinks
he's going to come out all right. Just
a wee bit reckless, perhaps, but then,
well, guess it'll be all right"
Leaving this to sink into Rosa
mund's alarmed mind, Flodie walked
INTO the stockroom and proceeded with |
her printing and washing.
"Say, Miss Fisher!" Rosamund |
called out, "how much salary do you
get, anyway"
Flodie reappeared at the doorway.
She didn't appear to resent the ques-
ion in the least. Seventeen week"
: Rosamund's look had vitriol. HIM"
Her lips lost some of their beauty. Il
see one place where he could reduce
expenses pretty easily!"
Really? I'm willing. Oh, I've had
,lenty of Offers" said Flodie. II don't
lave to stay here. l only do because
le wants me to so much, and l don't
Zee how he could ever get along with
tut me-"
well" Rosamund turned away
Il think he'll get along all
light. The next offer you get, ad-
Use YOU to take it. Hall may change
lis plans pretty soon, and you might
re in the way"
Rosemund had led trumps, SO FlOdie
ollowed suit. She took her time, how
yer, biting the end of her penholder
81 don't know but you're
light, Miss Gale" she said finally,
perhaps l had better leave. You see,
If. Bonistelle is likely to get married
ny time, you never can tell with a
IAN like him,-and | would be in the
yay, as you say" Rosamund's chin
ad risen an inch. Flodie watched it.
8 she added, ut would be an awfully
God thing for Mr.. Bonistelle, too
1ou see, his wife could keep the books
md stay in the Office, here, and he'd
ave by it; of course he wouldn't have
O pay her any salary"
Rosamunds chin dropped. "Why,
leavens! he wouldn't think of having
lis wife"
"Oh, you don't know him." F1od1e
i'd the airy fairy mood. Besides, ne
ouldn't afford to marry any other
7ay."
"Why, l thought by the way ne
alked that he was doing pretty good
usiness."
"Well," Flodie replied, with a fine
rankness, "it's this way. You see,
IF. Bonistelle thinks he's doing a lot
I business when he's not. He does
IT of work, l mean, but he takes so
lany pictures for nothing, It's worse
han II he were idle" i