Aberdeen herald. [volume] (Aberdeen, Chehalis County, W.T.) 1886-1917, 1916-01-07


what time am l to see you in the
morning about that Person property"
he inquired, determined not further to
discuss the lady.
eleven O'clock"
Bert went into the house. half
amused and wholly vexed. 1t might
be very funny to see this laundering
big boOr making a fool of himself,
but the joke was entirely ruined by
the fact that at the same time he was
making a fool Of everybody else.
Bert knew. to the SHARE how much
street railway and Gas and Electric
stock Marley held. The growing city
needed vastly increased transporta-
ton facilities, and with the increase of
these would come an increase Of Mar.
ley wealth and influence 1t might be
very handy thing for a young real
estate dealer to have the president of
rapidly expanding street railway
company for father-in-law. He went
to sleep. dreaming pleasantly of ex-
tensions and subdivisions and advance
Information on factory sites-and of
Molly. of course!
He awoke determined to concrete
these dreams or to dismiss them and
find others. Molly had either to &C.
cept him or definitely to turn him
loose after what other fish there might
be IN the sea. The absurdity Of hav.
Ing Sledge for rival was too much to
endure.
He went to his Office, dividing this
train Of thought with his plans for the
marketing Of the Person tract, hurried
to the First National to secure a loan of
ten thousand on the new property and
arranged at the German bank for an
extension Of certain other loans which
would have to be deferred If be used
bis ten thousand available funds to
complete the cash purchase which
Bendix demanded. These more urgent
matters disposed Of. he called up
Molly.
MAY I come out?" he demanded.
when" drawled languid voice.
Right away"
NO." she drawled again.
But. Molly. must see you" he seri.
ously insisted. ITS important"
1T always u.s." she laughed. whats
1t about this timer
"Oh. the same old thing" he &C.
knowledged, "only more so."
You're crowding them closer to-
gether." chided Molly. Moreover, this
Is the first time by telephone. l think"
Il didn't mean 1t to be So" he apollo
gized. you've trapped me into it and
taken away any chance might have
of responsiveness. Now suppose it
will be the same old answer"
mot necessarily" was her astound.
ing reply, in the same sleepy drawl.
What" he gasped. "Say that
again."
mot necessarily" she repeated, and
he caught the sound of a repressed
giggle.
You're teasing me-" he protested.
you don't mean that I'm to have the
right answer this time"
1T depends on what you mean by
the right answer"
1.-THE one I've always wanted"
What one Is that?"
YES" he blurted
Eyes whatT'
"Will your
Eyes"
Eyes whatT' he confusedly de-
manded.
Il will. Say, Bert, l don't like the
all platinum settings. l like the gold
with the platinum prongs. Size six
and half"
I'm cheated" he earnestly complain
ed. There are certain formalities
which 1 am keenly missing. I'm CON-
ing out"
The governors ball being considered
by common consent the first social gun
Of the season. after which lesser so
cial lights might presume to shine
with authorization, everybody who
was anybody made it point to be
there and compare artillery. They
made it special point this year since
Governor Waivers term was expiring.
and share at least Of the governors
social glory would flicker out with his
office.
Molly Marley in the first breathing
moment after the grand circle Of intro
ductiOns led Fern about the stately
modern mansion with an air Of pro.
prietorship, for this was her second
visit. and she displayed with glee the
cOnSorvctOrv fO,1nt0inS tho ma rh1o
WINNING pool, the pipe organ. the
outdoor sleeping rooms and the sunken
gardens, all Of which she had mention
ed to Sledge the previous day. She
had not known until afterward that
she had had this very place in mind.
ITS dream!" declared Fern. with
awed enthusiasm. wouldn't you like
to own a wonderful place like this.
Molly?'
1T isn't worth the moral price,"
judged Molly. looking about the beau
tiful grounds with sigh Of admira-
ton. nevertheless. ut would be nice.
though, after ALL" she finally admitted.
Mrs. Waiver doesn't seem to enjoy
It," wondered Fern. "She hides as
much as possible. think"
"She has never overcome her fear OF
using the wrong fork" guessed Molly.
'That wasn't nice. Fern" she quickly
added. "MTs. Waiver is good. sweet
woman, like my own mother, but I
don't believe she is quite comfortable
in all this magnifcence. Governor
Waiver on the other hand likes 1t and