The Nezperce herald. (Nezperce, Idaho) 1900-1957, 1918-02-07

boy Who wes diligently reading the
morning paper outside her door.
Cedelia's head aehed, and the din
and clamor Of the riyeters Fesound-
ed across the big yard that divided
the Office building from the foundry.
She was surveying the framed pho
tographs Of Meade locomotive boil
ers that hung on the buff tinted
walls when there came tap at her
door.
@CoIne in, she said.
The door opened and admitted 3
man tall as Cedelia was herself. He
was the hnndsomeet man Cedelia
had ever seen, with strong, intel
lectual face lighted BY deep gray
eyes. In turn he gazed at Cedelia,
who happened 10 be the most beau
tiful young woman be had looked
upon, and as he parted his lips TO
address her there fell upon the cir
the most horrible din imaginable.
II sounded a. though hundreds
Of riveters were banging away al a
score Of boilers, and probably that
was the case. Speech was impossi-
bic, and cedelia put pretty white
hands up to her shocked ears, and
the strangers handsome brows knit
ted in a frown.
Suddenly il stopped. Il am'-
began the stranger, but the noise
began again and drowned his words.
Three times his voice was lost IN the
chaos Of sound. and then, when the
two Of them stood helplessly laugh
ing at each other, the din ceased.
I'VE must put a stop 10 this sort
Of thing said the man decidedly.
sThen YOU must be Mr.. Craig
said cedelia, holding out her hand
and quite forgetting all about the
Meade-c Craig feud.
Il am, Miss Meade, and ! dropped
10 TO see how the treasurer is getting
along. II there is anything ] can
do 10 help you along-but Pm afraid
/ don't know much about i myself
$50 there
Il don't know anything and con-
fess ] haven't the slightest desire
Ia, remarked cedelia. What does
3 schoolma'am know about making
boilerss"
"What does . poet know = COM
planned Oliver Craig.
"A poets Are you 3 poet = ask
"a Cedelia, interested at once.
He smiled rnefully. my friends
say 80, but ms enemies declare i j.
not true
~Oliyer craig-0liveF Craig-ah,
Oliver Craigland That Is the name
you uses" cedelia sat up suddenly,
her cheeks very pink, her brown
eyes shining with delight. As be
nodded assent she continued: ~Oh,
what are yon doing here when You
can write such beautiful verse; The
world needs all Of such poetry that
you can writev
@Thank you. That Is the SINGER
eat praise ! have ever received, be
said earnestly. "Funny idea, isn't
it-that Of q poet working in boil
er factory
When they had stopped laughing
Cedelia and Oliver Craig had seri-
GUS conversation. the result Of which
was that both the president and the
treasurer Of the Meade Boiler works
decided to employ competent private
secretaries who. under the tsitelage
Of the very efficient Dir. James,
might take the cares OF Office from
their unofficial hands.
Thus the business went on in its
methodical. conservative manner,
losing nothing. gaining nothing. Ce-
della vas at her desk each day, con-
ferring with her secretary, learning
q little more about boilermaking aud
hating il intensely.
One june morning, when, even
into the boiler foundry there crcpt |
smell Of summer weather, Oliver
Craig strobe into cedelia's Office, |
dismissed the astonished secretary
and closed the door.
~Cedelia.r he said. taking her |
hands in his. Il love You. win YOU |
marry me and sell the boiler shop |
and come with me 10 Arcadgt Ii is |
June" he pleaded. "Will you
come ?"
Before Cedelia could answer there
arose that frightful din from the
foundry. She said something in re-
ply. but Oliver could not hear. Then
she looked at him with her loving
ewes and in spite Of the clamor Of
boilers. Oliver had his answer.
seansy Aasmunlslen.