The Oakley herald. [volume] (Oakley, Idaho) 1908-1961, 1918-05-24
COallcsS
Monday
BY MARCIA MEREDITH
Copyright. 1918. by the Mcclure News
per Syndicate)

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was not entirely pleasant
Il believe l took my receiver off
first" came back good-naturedly. II
am trying to get the janitor. Are you
the janitor's wife?"
How ridiculous Where Is the ele-
vator boy to answer the phone?
want the 1anitor."
A laugh came back through the
telephone. Everybody wants the jan-
tor. The last l heard he had gone
out to try and buy soft coal. ! dare
say. you're In the same boat that
am-frozen to death in your apart
ment. You know it won't do any good
to kick, but, like me, nothing else Will
keep you warm"
There was no answer Freda TIL
sons receiver slammed back on the
hook that held 1t, and If she had been
inclined to talk TO herself In her little
apartment she might have muttered
something about an impertinent
creature who dared to talk to a girl
when he did not know her, and that
she hadn't the most remote idea who
1t was. That would have been a flb,
however, for she really did know that
1t was the young man who dwelt in
bachelor state In the somewhat more
spacious and luxurious apartment In
front of her own, the greater luxury
and higher rent of his apartment be-
ing due to the fact that while he
managed to draw to himself a weekly
check for $75 for writing "thrillers" for
a popular weekly, she pounded type
writer somewhere in the downtown"
district to the tune of sixty month.
To her, having an apartment of her
own, with q little place she could call
home, was luxury that she had
earned by much economy In the way
OF amusement and pretty clothes.
His living there was put down to his
New England origin. Cor Victor Paige
was more of a miser than n spend
thrift, and he would rather dine alone
on the simple fare that his visiting col
ored housekeeper made for him than
to spend many ducats In aluring res
taurants. Now 1t happened that the
typewriter that Freda Tilson pounded
was located In the very office whittier
Victor Paige occasionally strolled to
deliver his manuscript, and mnyhap
chin with the editor. Perhaps she felt
a secret grievance. because, though
she had noticed the coincidence that
he frequented her office and also abode
under the same roof, he had sought
no excuse to speak to her as they
passed in the halls going home or ven
turing forth. 1t does seem strange
that Victor never sought the excuse,
for Freda would have been good to
speak to. And there was nothing re-
polling In her round blue eyes. But
then. Victor came from New England
AS Freda performed the task of
busting and Strengthening up her little
apartment, clad to the chin in a
sweater and wearing gloves on her
hands as she worked, she listened in
tently for ring at her doorbell that
would mean that the letter she was
for had come. When all |
chance of the delivery was over she |
descended to the entrance to make !
sure that the boy in attendance there |
had not failed TO deliver it to her.
Strange that Victor Paige should |
have gone forth ut the same time. He
waited While she made her complaint. |
'In the first place." she said, at is |
perfectly ridiculous that on the one
day in the week when we have to be
home, and when it would really seem
that apartments and houses ought to
have enough coal to make them COM
Portable, we should be made to suffer
In this way. How l am ever going to
write on my typewriter, with hands
stiff from cold, Is more than can tell.
1t seems most extraordinary that my
did not come by the mail
this morning. My office Is closed, and
1T is absolutely necessary for me to
some revised manuscript
that the editor was sending by special
delivery. Are you quite sure nothing
has come for me?"
The dusky skinned attendant nodded
In the negative.
"And is there no hope of any heat?"
Again a negative nod.
"Well. then, the only thing for me
to do is to go and get some OIL Thank
goodness, bought stove"
Now II was Victor's inning. Having
heard Freda's plant and the unsats-
factory replies, he did not mention the
frigid atmosphere that prevailed In his
apartment as well as in hers.
81 say. Obadlah-beg pardon, for
got your name was Hannibai-you
haven't seen anything of stray mes
senger hoy with a typewriter. have
you? OF course you haven't. But,
you see, the place usually dictate my
copy Is closed, and I was going to |
pound 1t ont for myself today. so l |
sent for typewriter. But guess they |
had too many orders before mine. Well |
If there's no hope for heat I'll have to |
burn OIL"
And he returned to his rooms, call |
Ing the name of Dinah, who came |
every day at noon to keep house for |
him, blessed. because she had sug- |
yested to him that when steam heat |
failed the temperature could be i'm |