The Tabor independent. [volume] (Tabor, S.D.) 1913-19??, 1916-04-13
EUD and FINIsE
BY CATHERINE cRANMER.


spend ones whole life in CRANKY
virgie's voice was caressing.
But I dislike the thought Of your
having an office Just as man would
and depending upon that for your very
living" Miss Carlisle followed this
remark by q careful scrutiny OF the
tiny stitches in the monogram she
had embroidered on Virgie's rough
linen artists apron.
by the way, Aunt Virginia, tell me
the cause Of that old feud between our
family and the Pollards."
Nov what made you think Of THAR
1.-THE news that Stanley Pollard III.
has bought back the old family place,
and, according to the gossips, Is over
there now instructfng his tenant and
sizing up his bargain"
Bargain, indeed" shifted Miss Car
Isle, "a rundown farm with tumble
down house."
But tell me, Auntie. what was the
cause of that quarrel?"
"Oh, q mere matter Of disputed
boundary line between lands in the
iirst place Old Mr.. Pollard was
adamant. Grandfather Carlisle would
not bulge from his position either"
ooh, really, wasn't it too funny?'
virgie laughed
Funny? How can you say such a
thing?" Miss Carlisle was stern.
Don't you see that 1t was a clear
case Of two adamant bodies vainly
trying to make a dent in each otherH
I've no doubt II they had united their
efforts instead they would have
achieved wealth and fame"
"Why, last week, when went up to
the Office building to inspect the of.
fee I'd rented, got out of the ele-
vator and went down the corridor to
the corner room facing the river.
After l had left orders for my office
walls to be tinted buff," she continued.
Imagine my rage when walked into
that room and saw workmen doing
those walls in a bilious yellow. A tall
young man who stood there as IL he
had all sorts OF authority, scarcely
deigned to notice me, but swept into
the room, exclaiming: Stop work at
once until I've seen the manager!
These walls are to be buff, not yellow.
The young mans eyes blazed a bit, but
he said, quite iclly: Pardon me II I'm
surprised at your criticism Of my
taste; but 1t really isn't my taste, for
all specified was that the office was
to be cleaned and ready for occupancy
by noon today. I'm going up now to
give that manager a round because
it isn't ready
while I stood there accommodating
rage enough to blow up a battleship
one Of the decorators turned and
dryly remarked: Both Of ye seem to
be on false trail, for this Office hap.
pens to be used by an old gentleman
for his law library, and them's his
books there under that tarpaulin.
virgie paused to laugh at her aunt's
Mortified expression.
THAT workman's GOODNESS seemed
10 be a sort Of wet blanket on our an
GER" she continued, and when we
turned and looked at his number on
the door it was 1843 instead of 1743
which I had rented, or 1913 which the
nan had rented"
!. A maid entered the room and pre-
Iented a visitors card to Miss Carlisle
whose lips frightened into .disapproval
IS she read the name of Stanley Cor
lon Pollard" The maid stood await
ng instructions, but without a word
Miss Carlisle rose and walked past heI
and down the stairs.
The young man who rose at her en-
rance smilingly advanced a steI
:oward her and then paused, looking
1t her expectantly.
"Mr. Pollard?" she began icily, but
Mr.. Pollard twice removed from the
family feud was coming nearer, with
boyishly frank smile on his honest
lace.
Eyes, Miss Carlisle, and I'm goine
to be your neighbor part Of each year
May I hope that we shall be neigh
bors in truth and forget the unhappy
relations of our forefathers? Will you
accept my apology for whatever folly
was on my family's side and my for
giveness for any folly that may have
been on your family's slider"
Looking into those smiling eyes
Miss Carlisle found It impossible Il
give anything but an affirmative an
swer, although she felt that 1t was not
she, but some strange woman, who
replied.
Just then Virgie came through the
hall and, catching a glimpse Of the
, visitor, surprised her aunt by greeting
him in the most cordial fashion.
why, what an unexpected pleas
ure!" Virgie exclaimed.
''Virgie," frigidly rebuked her aunt
Il was not aware that you were &C
Quainted with Mr.. Pollard"
"Mr. Pollard? Indeed! Isn't tha
surprising? Why, auntie, this is thu
same gentleman Of whom told yoI
Just now--the one with whom ! hat
fhat fnoIiah nuarra1 ahout the of11cG