Daily Kentuckian., 1918-04-30


was not entirely pleasant
Il believe took my receiver on
FIRST" came back good-nnturedly. Il
am trying to get the janitor. Are you
the Janltors wifef"
How ridlculousi Where ls the ele-
vator boy TO answer the 'phonef l
want the Janitor."
A laugh came back through the
telephone. Everybody wants the janl-
tor. The last I heard he had gone
out TO try and buy soft coal. ! dare
say you're In the same boat that I
sm-frozen 20 death In your apart
ment. You know II 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 II. and II she had been
inclined TO talk 10 herself In her little
apartment she might have muttered
creature who dared 10 talk 10 a girl
when he did not know her. and that
she hadn't the most remote Idea who
II was. That would have been a m.
however. for she really did know that
Il 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 20 the fact that while he
managed 10 draw 20 himself a weekly
check for SIS for writing "thrillers" for
q popular weekly. she pounded q type
writer somewhere In the downtown"
district TO the tune Of sixty a month.
To her. having nm apartment Of her
own. with a little place she could call
home. was a luxury that she had
earned by much economy IN the way
of amusement aud pretty clothes.
His living there was put down to his
New England origin. for Victor Paige
was more Of mlser than n spend
thrift. aud he would rather dine alone
on the simple fare that his visiting col
ored housekeeper made for him than
20 spend many ducnts In alluring res
taurants. Now u happened that the
typewriter that Freda Tilson pounded
was located In the very Office whittier
Victor Paige occasionally strolled to
deliver his manuscript. and mayhap
chin with the editor. Perhaps she felt
secret grievance. because. though
/ she had noticed the coincidence that
/ he frcquented her Office and also abode
under the same roof. he had sought
| NJ excuse TO speak 10 her ns they
/ passed In the halls going home or ven
/ turing forth. II does seem strange
/ that Victor never sought the excuse.
| for Freda would have been good 10
speak 10. And there was nothing re-
pelling In her round blue eyes. But
then. Victor came from New England.
As Freda performed the task of
dustlng aud STRENGTHENING up her little
apartment. clad 10 the chin In
swenter and wearing gloves on her
hands as she worked. she listened In
tently for a ring nj her doorbell that
would mean that the letter she was
waiting for had come. When all
chance ~ the delivery was over she
descended to the entrance 10 make
sure that the boy In Attendance there
had not failed to deliver II 10 her.
Strange that Victor Paige should
have gone forth nj the same time. He
waited while she made her complaint
"In the hrst place" she said. ~ IL
perfectly ridiculous that on the one
dny In the week when We have 10 he
home. aud when II would really seem
that apartments and houses ought to
have enough coal 20 make them com
Portable. we should be made 20 suffer
In this way. How ] am ever going to
write on my typewriter. with hands
stiff from cold. is more than can tell
II seems most extraordinary that my
manuscripts did not come by the mail
this morning. My Office Is closed. aud
II is absolutely necessary for me 10
typewrite some revised manuscript
that the editor was sending by special
delivery. Are you quite sure nothing
has come for mef'
The dusky skinned attendant nodded
In the negative.
"And Is there no hope OF any heatr'
Again a negative nod.
swell. then. the only thing for me
10 do Is TO go and get some oil. Thank
goodness. bought a stove"
Now Il was vlctor's inning. Having
heard Freda's plaint aud the unsatis-
factory replies. he did not mention the
frigid atmosphere that prevailed In his
apartment as well as In hers.
II say. Obadiah-beg pardon. I for
got your name was Hannlbal-you
haven't seen anything OF stray mes
senger hoy with a typewriter, have
your Of course you haven't But.
you see. the place I usually dictate my
copy Ia closed. and was going TO
pound II out for myself today. 80 I
sent for a typewriter. But I guess they
had too many orders before mine. Well
n there's no hope for heat I'll have to
burn OIL"
And he returned 10 his rooms, call