The Lakeland evening telegram. (Lakeland, Fla.) 1911-1922, 1916-06-23
THAT BUNGALOW
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BY KEITH KENYON.

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Miss Candy was not a follower of
beaten paths. That accounted for her
establishment at the age of forty In a
profitable business as a contractor in
stead of being a public stenographer.
or milliner, or schoolteacher, as her
friends had advised. One Monday
morning, as she arrived at her Office
in her usual stunning tailored clothes,
she found no stenographer at the desk
where competent but comedy maiden
had busted herself for the past year.
Miss Candy felt sickening sense of
things gone awry as she saw on the
desk letter addressed to her.
when you read this I'll be far
away on my honeymoon" was the first
astounding statement. Miss Candy
scowled and dropped Imply into her
swivel chair, but she shrugged her
shoulders and reached for the tele-
phone to ask the typewriter agency to
send her a good stenographer.
Half an hour later her name was
questioningly pronounced by a slim.
saucy-eyed little girl of about twenty,
modishly dressed in a rose-colored
linen gown, with white sports hat and
high white shoes. A white-gloved hand
passed the typewriter agency's card
of introduction to Miss Candy, who
felt many misgivings about the appli--
cant's capabilities. But her need of a
stenographer was immediate and dire,
so she rose and began to outline the
service she required.
After the first few days of Bessie's
service, Miss Candy began to hope
that she had found a treasure and
after the first few weeks she began
to fear that the treasure she had
found was too good to last. AS for Bees
sic, she admired Miss Canby's dignity
and poise SO much that she sometimes
felt a fleeing desire to become per-
manently settled in the business world.
Invariably, though, when Miss Candy
would leave her alone to go on a long
afternoon trip to some building site,
Bessie would find herself with little
to do and would turn through book
of bungalow plans. alluringly illus
trated in colors, and would dream of
some day sitting in Powered gown
on bungalow porch while the dear
est boy in the world came up the
walk with smile OF loving greeting
for her.
What on earth has happened to
you, Bessie Elkins?" asked Miss Can
by one morning, as Bessie appeared
with hollow eyes In which no smile
lurked and with colorless cheeks and
d dropping mouth. 81 suppose you've
quarreied with your sweetheart"
why, how do you known Bessie's
Surprise broke through her tears.
"How could any woman help know.
ing?" Miss Candy smiled. "But cheer
up. It will all blow over in Q day OF
two"
mot this time-it's real quarrel
a food of tears swept speech tempo
rarily away, but, under Miss Canby's
encouragement, the turbulence sub
sided and Bessie explained further
you see, we'd been spatting over lit
tie things and just to be pert, / said
| oh, well, I've decided to be biz
business woman like Miss Candy, any
how He told me to go and be 1
carpenter which he pretended II
think you were-since I'd made up m,
mind not to live the sort of life ever!
woman ought to live. told him h,
had his nerve to map out program
for every woman in the world, but h,
could understand he wasn't to map on
any part of my program. So he wen
off in a hun and l haven't seen hin
since, but" here sobs interfered will
the story-"but happened to lear
today that he has advertised the 10
he'd bought for sale. the lot we wer'
going to have a bungalow on"
| Bessie's head went down on he
crossed hands upon her desk. Mis-
Candy stood beside. her and laid |
hand on her shoulder. Then she drew
a chair to Bessie's side and spok
quietly. but determinedly.
This is serious, but it's going t,
stop before it gets more serious. In
going to see your sweetheart ant
straighten out this tangle."
Before Bessie could protest, Mis-
Candy had gone. She moved abou
slowly. stopping often to stare at moth
ing. After she had bathed her fac
and powdered her nose she felt an,
looked better. When her desk was a
most in order, the telephone rang.
| Put on your hat and meet me a
Markham's in ten minutes" said Mis-
Canby's voice commandingly.
Markham's confectionery shop wa
a favorite downtown rendezvous 70
women, and, Just as Bessie entered il
Miss Candy emerged from telephon
booth in the entry.
Come" she said, with mock fol
mality, my lady's carriage await