Willmar tribune. [volume] (Willmar, Minn.) 1895-1931, 1918-11-27

f1er 10 SPeno the f1oIloay with Him.
sleep and then I runs down to the deli
catessen and gets few cold cuts and
bit Of potato salad for little extry.
Say, why don't you go to the pictures
more? I've been tonight to see The
Maynard Girls Return Home 1t wes
sad but oh, so beautiful"
But Miss Johnson was not thinking
Of the pictures. A few cold cuts and
potato salad for Thanksgiving, she
was thinking, and football game and
the theaters and movies. No family
gathering, no turkey, no pumpkin pie
and cider. No children to be allowed
on that day to eat all they wanted.
Maybe it was a day Of national gorg-
ing, but it was family day anyway
and it was Thanksgiving day.
She tried to sleep. She didn't want
to think Of the morrow. But she did,
and at the same time came the vision
of Mr.. Brown, his watery eyes leering
at her, and his pudgy hands holding
hers so she couldn't escape, and his
lips-those fat lips-forcing-Oh no!
She shivered and pulled the clothes
around her tighter. Why had she said
she would 60? Perhaps he meant to
be kind. But he had always been a
little too kind, little too considerate,
it seemed now.
Sometimes she had noticed a strange
look on the part Of Mr.. Courtney, es-
pecially that afternoon. She
felt Ned Courtney thought Mr.. Brown
dictated less and talked more than
was necessary. And it bothered her.
But she was not sure, and she didn't
want to lose her Job. 1t had been so
hard-beginning with everything so
new and different. OF all the men she
had met in New York she cared most
ly for Ned Courtney and his opinion.
He had seemed sincere and every one
in the Office spoke so highly of him.
She wondered what he'd think Of this,
and then she wondered why she wished
she knew.
So she thought ON. Morning came.
Her eyes were heavy. Sleep had come
only in snatches. She dressed hastily
and then laughed at herself for hurry
ing. She wrote home and tried to
make her letter cheerful.
Lydia Lydia Johnson!" same Mrs.
Palmer's voice from downstairs. "A
gentleman to speak to you on the
Phone"
Miss Johnson went down the stairs
without hurrying. She had never &C.
Quired the habit of running to the tele-
phone as if it were on fire and must
be put out by lifting the receiver.
Hello" she said.
"Oh, good-morning, Miss Johnson"
came the voice from the other end, II
hope I didn't get you up out of bed.
No? You're not late sleeper even on
holiday Well. I always knew you
were smart. Just thought I'd call you
up to- tell you We'll have that turkey
tonight at six you know. I'll be around
In plenty of time. Look your sweet
est"
"Oh, thank you, Mr.. Brown. Yes, I'll
be ready little before six"
At either end the receiver was hung
up and each went of discontinued.
Il wonder II I'm wasting time and
money on her." meditated Mr.. Brown.
tits all right to favor that country
idea she has of holiday but like a
little appreciation in return. .
But guess I've got her where want
her, Only I'd better not lose
out by rushing things. She's bit DIFF
ferent from the usual run Of EN-"
Lydia returned to her room, passing
by the inquisitive eyes Of Mrs. Palmer
without answer.
Later she breakfasted, or rather
lunched, with the Palmer family. She
played the piano a little. and then, be-
fore returning to her room, decided
she would satisfy Mrs. Palmer's curl
Osity.
'I'm going to dinner with Mr.. Brown
Of the firm," she said. Hes a father
of children-n0t young and worthless -
She laughed little.
'That's good" said Mrs. Palmer.
But whats he doing taking you out