The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1916-08-31
THAT BUNGALOW
BY KEITH KENYON.

OF mllllneT, or SCnOOltedCheT, as neT
| 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 a competent but oomely maiden
| had busted herself for the past year.
Miss Candy felt sickening sense of
| things gone awry as she saw ON the
desk a 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 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 lOVed hand
passed the typewriter agency's card
of introduction to Miss Candy, who
felt many misgiyings 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 Bes-
sic, she admired Miss Canbys dignity
and poise so much that she sometimes
felt a fleeting desire to become per
manently settled in the business world.
Invariably, though, when Miss Candy
would leave her alone to go on long
afternoon trip to some building site,
Bessie would find herself with little
to do and would turn through a book
of bungalow plans, alluringly illus
trated in colors, and would dream of
some day sitting in a lowered gown
on bungalow porch while the dear
est boy in the world came up the
walk with a 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
a dropping mouth. Il suppose you've
quarreled with your sweetheart"
"Why how do you know" Bessies
surprise broke through her tears.
Glow could any woman help know
ing?" Miss Candy smiled. But cheer
up. 1t will all blow over in day or
two
"Not this time-it's real quarrel"
flood Of tears swept speech tempo
rarily away, but, under Miss Canbys
| 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 a big
business woman like Miss Candy, any
how lie told me to go and be a
| think you were-since I'd made up my
mind not to live the sort of life every
| woman ought TO live. ] told him he
| had his nerve to map out program
| for every woman in the world, but he
could understand he wasn't to map out
any part of my program. SO he went
off in a huff and | haven't seen him
since, but" here sobs interfered with
the story-"but | happened to learn
today that he has advertised the lot
he'd bought Tor sale, the lot we were
going to have a bungalow on"
Bessie's head went down on her
crossed hands upon her desk. Miss
Candy stood beside her and laid a
hand on her shoulder. Then she drew
chair to Bessie's side and spoke
quietly, but determinedly.
This is serious, but it's going to
stop before it gets more serious. I'm
going to see your sweetheart and
straghten out this tang!e."
Before Bessie could protest, Miss
Candy had gone. She moved about
slowly, stopping often to stare at moth
ing. After she had bathed her face
and powdered her nose she felt and
| looked better. When her desk was al
most in order, the telephone rang.
"Put on your hat and meet me at
Markham's in ten minutes" said Miss
| Canby's voice Commandingly.
Markham's confectionery shop was
women, and just as Bessie entered it,
Miss Candy emerged from a telephone
| booth in the entry.
Come" she sasd, with mock for
mality, my lady'a carriage awaits
her" Taking Bessies arm she escort
| ed her through the store and out
| through a side entrance opening on
| another street At the curb taxicab
stood throbbing, and from the cab
! sprang Robert Davis, whose eyes
| pleaded eloquently as he held out his
| hand to Bessie. She extended her
own hand timidly and the,neXt minute
| found herself in the cab, with Miss
| Candy speaking to her from the curb.
you and Robert are going to look
over that lot once more, and if | can
dispose of some matters by telephone
I'll follow" A moment later, with a
| sly smile, she added: But for fear
| shouldn't get out after all today, |
want to say that the contractors job
on the bungalow for that lot is to be
my wedding gift to you two bungling
| loynre