Bonners Ferry herald. [volume] (Bonners Ferry, Idaho) 1904-current, 1916-08-25

all you've got TO do is 10 give me
line on what's to be done and then
stand back and watch me do it. You
said you wanted a man, didn't your
Well, I'm a life-size man, amt II"
please, Mr.. Heppleton, it isn't that
1 don't think you can do it. / am
not laughing at you. I'm just laugh
ing because l don't see why you ever
left the ranch to go into this stupid
newspaper work. Why, If l ever got
out in this wonderful ranch country
with all the air and sunshine there
isn't a newspaper job in the world
that would tempt me-"
You're right there. The sunshine
and the sky are all you say they are,
but you'd get lonesome same as / did.
You'd quit If you were out there all
alone. Well, I'm going right over to
get the clothes | need. Write 1t out
so the man in the store will know
what to hand me. The boss will foot
the bill, so don't get nervous about
how much it will cost"
1t was week later and Bronco Bill
was on the job when Margaret ar
rived at IL in the morning. In fact,
he had been there since an early morn
ing hour. Ranch life had accustomed
him to early rising, and the late hours
in the newspaper routine had not
changed his habits.
Now, don't be offended because I've
got my stiff collar off, GIRL he said,
pointing to the multi-colored handker-
chief that he had loosely tied around
his collar band. III keep the boiled
razor-edge one on when I'm coverin'
things. And right here in our office
it doesn't matter"
But suppose some society woman
comes in with a dinner list or some
thing? Suppose Mrs. Vandevere-"
The telephone rang and the assistant
answered.
Yes" he shouted. What do you
want. Go on, fire ahead. I've got the
pencil handy. Say, spell the name,
lady. Not so fast-I amt no dicta-
phone"
Margaret snatched the receiver
from the hand of her assistant. "Oh,
yes, Mrs. Vandervere," she cooed.
Yves, this is the society editor" Mar
garet scowled meaningly at the assist
ant over the phone and then, putting
her hand over the mouthpiece said:
This is the way you ought to an
swer:
Yes, Mrs. Vandevere. Your dinner
guests for tonight will be-yes, thank
you. l am sure it was very kind of
you, Mrs. Vandevere, to let me have
the names, and please don't be cross
with the Office boy who took up the
phone. He is very green and he was
just trying to help"
Call me an Office boy again." shout
ed Bronco Bill, jumping to his feet.
Say, look here, girl. | like you. I'm
darned fond of you and just for your
sake got into those swallowtails and
that burned walters outfit and I've
been hanging around at Irish wakes
and Dutch picnics and bal Mosques
every night for a week, and every aft
ernoon I've been watchin lot
of palefaced tenderfooters waltzin'
around till l was so mad l wanted to
shoot the town up. Gosh, why them
fellers don't get out and work in the
daytime is more than / can see. And
I've just had enough of it. I've got
to the last barbecue. | kinder want
ed to help you out cause l thought you
were tryin' to handle job that was a
little too much for you, but you turn
round and call me an Office boy and
you and l part company. Either l
stay here as the boss of the ranch and
you be the assistant and do it my way,
or I'll quit. I'm no greenhorn."
Suddenly Bronco Bill stopped very
: still. For the girl at his side was do
ing what he had never seen another
woman do in all his life-weeping like
child.
BILL she sobbed, Il like you, too.
Honest l do, and I'm grateful to you
for all you have done and l know you
have tried your best, but society is
, no place for you. You're regular
man AMI ought to have a regular
mans job"
Bill, instinctively, but timidly, put
his arm around the girrs shaking
shoulders. I'm sorry l vexed you
girl" he said. But you kind o. hurt
my feelings. Ever since I heard you
5 say that about the sky and the air
the first day l saw you 1 knew that
you were the girl that could make
Twin on a ranch heaven. I'm won
] derin' whether you would care to
! marry a rough guy like me and be q
rancher?"
, Really" was Margaret's way OF
consenting, do you know I've always
e been waiting for a regular man like
, you"
Copyright. 1916 by the Mcclure Newspa.
per Syndicate)