The citizen. (Frederick City, Md.) 1895-1923, 1915-06-18
CHAPTER 1.

Flodie shook her head in sorrowful dis
appointment at her employers tardi-
ness, and shrugged her shoulders. ooh,
dear!" she muttered impatiently, lust
what expected" Then, with a shake
of her head as one who says, 1T must
be donei" she walked in and listened
outside Hall Bonistelle's bedroom door.
For a moment she stood poised. awk.
wardly graceful-or rather gracefully
awkward, perhaps, so quaint, so orig
inal was her attitude She knocked
with firmness. The summons was per-
emptory. yet it had the secret indul-
gence of doting mother for her only
child. The only answer was a not un-
musical baritone growl.
She banged on the door again. This
time she really meant it. Mr.. Boni-
stelIe! You must get up Immediately
come on now!"
A wait-then the unwilling reply,
"All right"
Flodie walked back to the office,
frowning, and sat down at her desk. A
leaf from the calendar pad was ripped
of, the desk top was busted with a
cloth; then she stopped suddenly The
elevator door had banged.
Almost Immediately there entered
to her the sad young janitor, Mr.. AL
fred Smallish. He gave a pathetic
hopeless look at Flodie and hung at
anchor in the doorway, meekly.
Morning, Miss Fisher" he said, and
grinned.
Flodie gave a glance at him, casual
"a ly then gazed with more interest.
Pale blue eyes, large Roman nose,
wideopen ears and quivering mouth
had Alfred. His chin was that of a
lizard, sloping back weakly to a prom
inent Adams apple.
She fumbled over the photographs
On the table behind her.
Alfred" she said in the voice of a
school ma'am, did you see a picture
4 Of me l had here on the table the other
. day."
He turned fire-red. "You-you didn't
want that picture, did you, Miss Fish
err" His eyes implored her wildly,
yainly. We'll, I'll bring it back, if you
say so; only, l thought, maybe"
We'll, Alfred Smallish! l like that"
Flodie calculated.
"0h, Miss Fisher-you see, we'll, |
didn't quite dare to ask you, and-well,
. you know, l thought-its just grand
Of you, Miss Fisher! I'd think the
world of it, and-couldn't you pos
sibly-"
That's enough, Alfred! | don't
dare to discuss it. You just walk that
picture back Immediately" Flodie's
voice was sharp, but $50 we'll,
Flodie couldn't help plying him. She,
weakened. Perhaps, I'll give you one,
sometime. I'll see"
Mr.. Smallish beamed with pleasure,
but he had a talent for blunders.
Some folks mightn't think you was
pretty, Miss Fisher. but think"
q Flodie whipped out her watch.
Gracious sakes!" she cried, where's
MI. bOHlSIeiie eggs
IN go down and see if they're
ready. Miss Fisher" He turned heav-
lily.
Well, hurry up. then! If his break
fast isn't here when he comes, he's
liable to eat the tablecloth and go
right back to bed, Quick now!"
"Yes'm!" Mr.. Smallish left in de-
lection. Flodie walked swiftly into the
studio and knocked again at her en-
ployers door. "Mr Bonistelle! Are
you ready for breakfast" she called.
Floddie's tone had changed; decided
as it was, it had softened; it was al
most musical Her face had changed,
Also She stood as If awaiting a
vision.
Footsteps were heard in Halls bed
room Now, there are two kinds of
men: those who are shocked even unto
modification by being discovered in
the act of shaving. and those who take
malicious delight in their outrageous
condition. Hall Bonistelle opened the
door and protruded his belathered
lace shamelessly, grinning.
Even disheveled as he was at pres
emit scandalously tousled and be-
oaubed with soapsuds, his smile was
disarming.
Flodie's alteration of him, though
Oh the maternal order, did not lessen
her tirmness. DO you realize how
much you've got to do today, Mr. Bon
istelle?"
Nothing to do but work." he chant
ed gaily.
iou have an appointment at ten
ociock-and you know how you al
ways poke over that old breakfast"
Speaking OF which, wherefore not
IereY' He i5yousiy chucked her I'M
DER the chin.
rlodie lovea it but dared not show.
irh be here by the time you're Al
70 De seen. You wash that face of
yours and hurry up with it, you big
oaDy' you! I've got too much to do
myself to talk to you'll"
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