Wauwatosa news. [volume] (Wauwatosa, Wis.) 1900-1948, 1918-04-05

per syndicate.)
''Vzill you please get of the wireY'
/ The voice, though young and feminine.
was not entirely pleasant.
Il believe | took my receiver on
! first, came back good-naturedly. Il
am trying to get the janitor. Are you
the janitor's wife?"
How ridiculousl Where is the eIe-
yator boy TO answer the phone? /
want the janitor."
A laugh came back through the
telephone. Everybody wants the jani-
tor. The last i 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 win
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
II was. That would have been fib.
however. for she really did know that
II 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
hinhnf ne
ing due 10 the fact that while he
managed to draw to himself a weekly
check for SIS for writing ''thrilIersr for
q popular weekly, she pounded a type
writer somewhere in the downtown"
district to the tune of sixty a month.
To her, having an apartment OF her
own. with 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. for Victor Paige
was more of a miser than spend
thrift, and he would rather dine alone
on the simple fare that his visiting col
0red housekeeper made for him than
to spend many ducats in alluring res
taurants. Now ii happened that the
typewriter that F'reda Tilson pounded
was located in the very Office whittier
Victor Paige occasionally stroll. ed TO
deliver his manuscript and mayhap
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-
pelling 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 q
sweater and wearing gloves on her
hands as she worked. she listened i'm
tently for a ring at her dOorbell that
would mean that the letter she was
waiting 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 deliyey it to her.
Strange that Victor Paige should
have gone forth at the same time. He
waited while she made her complaint.
"In the first place. she said. cit is
perfectly ridiculous that on the one
day 10 the week when we have TO be
home. and when 1t 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 I am ever going TO |
write on my typewriter, with hands |
stiff from cold, is more than can tell |
II seems most extraordinary that my |
did not come by the mail |
this morning. My office is closed. and |
it is absolutely necessary for me TO |
typewrite 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 I
In the negative.
"And is there no hope OF any heat?" I
Again q negative nod.
"Weil. then. the only thing for me
to do is 10 go and get some oil. Thank
goodness. bought a stove"
Now 1t was victor's inning. Having
heard Freda's plant and the unsatis-
factory replies. he did not mention the
frigid atmosphere that prevailed in his
apartment as well as in hers.
Il say 0badiah-beg pardon. | for
got your name was Hannibal-you
haven't seen anything of a stray mes
senger boy with a typewriter, have
you? OF course you haven't. But.
you see. the place usually ctsrate my
copy is closed. and was going to
pound II out for myself today, so
sent for typewriter. But guess they
had too many orders before mine. Well