Baxter Springs news. [volume] (Baxter Springs, Kan.) 1882-1919, 1916-10-05
MEN WANTED
syJANE OSBORN.

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from the town where Botsford Hatch
had his single hung out as a lawyer.
and on a certain cold day In Febru-
AIRY, having no prospect Of business for
the afternoon. he had strolled out. 70
the suburban vicinity Of that institu-
ton. There were reasons for Mr..
Hatch's mood Of Incidence and reasons
why his steps took him TO tho neigh
borhood Of the college. Still even to
himself he would not admit them. II
was really Betty Picket's fault-little
brown-haired, blue-eyed Betty Picket.
the lovable little doll of q girl to whom
Botsford had proffered his heart and
his hand only q few weeks before.
The worst Of II was Betty had &C
cepted his suit in timid sort Of way.
Then some foolish little misunder-
standing had come and the end Of II
all was that the time for the much
talked-about Junior ball at the college
had come and Botsford had not been
asked.
II was, as q matter Of fact, the morn.
ing Of the Junior prom and Botsford
knew II. And now he was only few
blocks from the dormitory where the
tantalizing little B0tty abode.
He looked up at high board fence
and beheld q large, red-lettered sign
that began with the words, ice Skat-
ing-Watch For the Red Flag" Then
another glance revealed the red flag,
and another smaller sign bore the sim.
pie legend-"Men Wanted"
Botsford rather absent-mindedly en-
tered the wooden door in the fence
marked Entrance" and, following a
group Of girls, bought ticket and Sc
cured q pair Of rather rusty. ill-htting
skates. Then, still absent-minded, he
began to wonder why the sign had
read Men Wanted"
He strapped on his skates In the
shelter at the edge Of the court.
There were not many skaters. and
most Of those present were girls.
Twice had he gone around the court
when he was hailed by fair-haired
young amazon on an improvised bench
at the edge of the ice.
IT am so glad there are some men
ut last" she said. What do you
charge an hour?"
THE regular price," was Botsford's
answer, and then cautiously and with
out delay the fair young amazon rose
and, with perfect self-possession, said,
Now we are on"
Apparently, thought Botsford, he had
been mistaken for an assistant or In.
structor.
Somehow he managed not to fall
though after 0 half hours work he
found himself growing weary. But the
! day promised no diversion more inter
estlng, and for some reason Botsford
always did enjoy being part of harm
less misunderstanding.
Going to be here this afternoon?'
she asked a. they neared the edge OF
the court. Il am going to stop now
but l may be back this afternoon"
For the lack of anything better,
. Botsford said that he intended to stay
all day. The girl thought moment as
she sat on the bench. Come to think
Of It, shan't want you this afternoon,
but / may want you tonight. It's ju-
nior ball night and l don't want to
skate away all my enthusiasm for
that"
Here she lowered her voice as II
she did not want the other skaters to
hear what she had to say. But men
are scarce even at dances. You have
no idea how scarce, and l think ! might
want you for tonight. It opens at
nine, but you had better be around at
the dormitory at half past eight. You
dance, suppose, though that isn't alb
solutely necessary. Ill pay your price
Of fifty cents an hour and the add
tionRl price Of rent for an evening
suit"
He agreed to the proposition. In
fact, he said, he would be willing to
put In the entire evening for two dol
lars.
All right" said the girl as she left
him at the entrance Of the court. Then
she whispered again: zone thing you
must remember. Ill introduce you as
my brother and you must keep up the
blum. No one must know that ! have
employed you in this way. It's o rath.
er sore point sometimes when girls
don't have any men for dances"
or course, Botsford thought that he
was going to be the amazon's escort.
It was with decided surprise that
Botsford beheld the radiant splendOr
Of the girl Of whose name he was still
ignorant. Then, as he was recovering
from the surprise Of this rapid change
Of appearance-it was in the crowded
reception room of the dormitoryr
where the girls and their escorts were
assembling before the ball-she led
him up to q man whom she introduced
as Mr.. Smith, my hance."
He was wondering why he had been
employed-since she was amply sup
piled with an escort in the stalwart
form Of Mr.. Smith-when she began to
speak in q whisper.
You are to be the escort Of little
friend. The man she intended to ask
disappointed her. ! found out about
It this morning and ! hated to have
her fun spoiled Just because that brute
Of n man went back on her. So / told