The Logan Republican. [volume] (Logan, Utah) 1902-1924, 1918-06-01

the house. Sometimes there were
weddings or receptions, dinner par
ties. or even little dances In the apart.
ments, and then Abby's eyes would be
even brighter than usual and her
pulses would quicken as she felt the
proximity Of so much merrlment and
gaiety.
One Of the personages that came I'M
der her constant observation was
young Yates Barlow. To her he seem.
ed. as the owner Of all this grandeur.
q veritable modern prince. Whenever
he came to the apartment he stopped
and chatted with her In q rather shy
but friendly way, asking vague Ques-
lions about her work.
After each Of his chats with Abby,
Yates Barlow was more than ever
convinced that she was overworked.
Not that she ever gave any indication
Of this state Of affairs by anything
that she said. But how could
charming girl like Abby. he thought.
sit for nine monotonous hours making
connections for thoughtless tenants,
without feeling overworked7
Yates took to calling up the apart.
ment on mythical business matters,
Just to make sure that Abby's voice
sounded as fresh and unfagged as ever.
Then spring came. After hard
week at law school, Yates was getting
ready one Saturday morning to motor
out to weekend house party In
the country. The day was one OF
those warm and tempting days that
| sometimes come SO early that they
seem to be out Of season. All his boy.
| ish hatred of indoor work made Yates
look forward to the two days In the
country with enthusiasm. And then
he thought of Abby-country bred
Abby-used no doubt to wandering
about the fields and hillsides at will
tied to that monotonous switchboard.
"I'll stay home myself" thought
Yates. "That girl certainly deserves
a Saturday half holiday. I can't ask
any Of the elevator boys to run the
switchboard. but I can do II myself.
and I am going to-"
Yates concocted a hurried telephone
excuse to his hostess and then with a
light heart started uptown to Kings
Castles. He could visualize the happy
smile that would come into Abby's
eyes when he told her that she could
take the afternoon of. He looked for
ward. too, with no small pleasure to
ton that he knew must take place
while she showed him how to work the
switchboard.
"And II I do make mistakes" he
thought, "and the tenants get mad
nobody con FIRE me-"
He got up to the apartment house
about eleven o'clock and found ABBY
as fresh and smiling rs ever.
II have nothing to do this after
noon. Miss Sarter." he began. "and IT.
such corking day. thought perhap.
, you'd be wanting an afternoon of. 81
, thought I'd stay here and run THU
switchboard and you could have ,
little vacation. don't Just know hov
} but think maybe you could show me
! couldn't your
, Abby looked at him In amusement
, "Why, I don't want a vacation. Mr.
> Barlow. couldn't possibly do any
thing that would give me as much ful
' as running this switchboard"
"But I mean q chance to 60 SOM
\ place-out In the country. you know
. or something like that" said Yates.
vi "But I'VE lived In the country all m
2 life. Mr.. Barlow. And this-she wave'
her hand inclusively about the spaciou
a hall-this Is 20 wonderful. I shout
= think Just to own a place like King
q Castles would make you happy"
q Barlow looked at the girl before hir
q with q new interest. For months
d had been growing fond Of her. bu
II mixed with his liking there had bee
n feeling Of pity that she should b
n forced to do uncongenial work. No.
u he felt new admiration for her. Sh
1. was doing the work she liked an
u getting a full measure Of happines
,e from each day at the monotonou
n switchboard. "Just to own q plac
like this"-her words rang In his ear
,e Well. why shouldn't she own King
{. Castlesi He could give II to her Il
n. wedding gift II that would mah
n her happy. He knew now that II We
er Abby who could make him happy an
m perhaps he with Kings Castles throw
Dr. In could make her happy.
4 "Well," said Yates. "let me sta
Of with you this afternoon, anyway, ar
10 let's go some place for dinner togethe
or I'm going to ask you II your help n
nj run Kings Castles oil your life7"