The Kadoka press and Kadoka reporter. [volume] (Kadoka, S.D.) 1910-1923, 1918-01-25
"Saw it in the naper. Mhylp

Nothing, except that he is supposed
10 be dying-and he wanted to see
me. At least-well, read the note,
Hazel answered.
Barrow glanced over he mlssive
and frowned
What do you suppose he wanted
YOU for?" he asked
How should knOwI' Hazel evaded
"Seems funny" he remarked slowly.
"Oh, let's forget It." Hazel came
and sat down on the couch by him. IL
don't know of any reason why ne
should want to see me. 1t was cer-
tain!y peculiar request for lin to
make. But that's no reason why we
should let ii bother US. If he's really
50 badly hurt, the chances are he's out
Of his head. Don't scOwl at that bit
of paper 50, Johnnie-boy"
Barrow laughed and kissed her, and
the subject was dropped forthwith.
Later they went out for a short walk.
In an hour or 50 Barrow left fer home,
promising to have the concert tickets
for Thursday night
A'tNs'l Ab'A the llltlt f1llI ii l.fl btll
and read it again when she reached
her room. Why should he want TO
see her? She wondered at the mans
persistence. lie h0d iusultod her, ac-
| cording to her view OF it-doubly In
! suited her with threats and an en-
forced c1resS. Perhaps he merely
wanted to beg her pardon; she had
heard Of men doing such things in
/ their last moments But she could not
| conceive Of Mr.. Andrew Bush being
| sorry for anything he did. And so she
could not grasp ihe reason for that
cIeventh-hour summons. But she could
see that repetition Of sdch incidents
| might put her in n queer light. other
! folk might begin to wonder and inquire
! why Mr.. Andrew Bush took such an
interest in hcr--a mere stenogra-
pher. Well, she told herself, she did
not care-so long as Jack BarrOw'S
ears were not assailcd by talk. She
smiled at that for she could picture
the reception any scandal peddler
would get from him.
The next days papers contained the
obituary of Mr.. Andrew Bush. Hc had
died shortly after midnight. And de-
spite the fact that she held no grudge,
Hazel felt "A sense of relief. lie was
! powerless to annoy or perSecute her.
and she could not escape the convic-
| tion that he would have attempted
| both had he lived.
She had now been idle matter of
days. Nearly three months were yet
10 elapSe before her wedding.
1t seemed scarcely worth while to
look for another position. She had
enough money saved to do everything
she wanted to do. II was not so much
lack of money the need to earn, as
the monOtOny OF idlencsS that irked
her. She had acquired the habit Of
work and that Is thing not lightly
shaken off. But during that day she
gathered together the different Gran
vile papers, and went carefully over
the want" columns. Knowing the
town as she did, she was enabled to
eliminate the unlikely, undesirable
places. Thus by evening she was
armed with n list of firms and individ-
uals requiring n stenographer. And
in the morning she sailed forth.
Her quest ended with the first place
she sought. The fact of two years
service with the biggest firm in Gran
vile was ample recommendation in
addition to which the office manager II
developed in their conversation, had
known her father in years gone by.
So before ten O'Clock Miss Hazel Weir
was entered on the pay roll of fur
nlture-manufacturing house. 1t was
not permanent position: one of their
girls had been taken i'll and was likely
to take up her duties again in six
weeks or two months. But that suited
Hazel all the better. She could put
in the time usefully, and have breath
ing spell before her wedding.
Three days went by. Hazel attended
the concert with Jack the evening of
the day Mr.. Andrew Bush received os-
tenNtlous burial. At ten the next
morning the telephone girl called her.
Someone wants you on the phone,
Miss Weir" she said.
Hazel took up the dangling receiver.
"HelIo!"
THAT you, HazelT'
She recognized the voice, half guess
ing it would be he, since no one but
Jack Barrow would be likely to ring
her up.
surely. Doesn't II sound like mer |
''Have you seen the morning pa
pers?"
mo. What"
Look 'em over. Particularly the |
Gazette"
The harsh rattle Of receiver |
slammed back on its hook without |
even "good-by" from him struck her |
like slap In the face. She hung up |
slowly, and went back to her work. |
Never since their first meeting. and |
they had not been exempt from lovers |
quarrels, had Jack Barrow ever spo-
ken to her like Giat. Even through the |
telephone the resentful note in his
voice grated on her and mystified her.
She was chained to her work-which,
despite her agitation, she managed to |