Graham guardian., 1919-01-17
CoallcsS
Monday
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BY MARCIA MEREDITH

Ahc NoiCe, tIOuBu sOuh6 hhu ichhihihe'
was not entirely pleasant.
II believe took my receiver of
first," came back good-naturedly. Il
am trying to get the janitor. Are you
the janitor's wifeT
How ridiculous! Where is the ele-
vstor boy to answer the 'phone7
want the janitor."
A laugh came back through the
telephone. Everybody wants the jani-
tor. The last ! heard he had gone
out to try and buy soft coal. dare
say you're IN the same boat that !
sm--frozen to death In your apart
menl. You know II won't do any good
to kick, but. like Inc, nothing else will
keep you warni."
There was no answer. Freda Til
sons receiver slammed back on the
hook that held II, 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 girl
when he did not know her. and that
she hadn't the most remote idea who
Il was. That would have been a nb,
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 ih
front of her own, the greater luxury
and higher rent of his apartment be-
ing due to the fact that while he
lnanaged to draw to himself weekly
check for SIS for writing "thrillers" for
Il popular weekly, she pounded 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
homie. 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 yictorN Paige
was more Of miser than q spend
thrift and he would rather dine alone
on the simple fare that his visiting COL
ored housekeeper made for him than
to spend many ducats In alluring res.
tarrants. Now It happened that the
typewriter that Freda 1'ilson 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
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 Nome or ven-
turing forth. It 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 a
sweater and wearing gloves on her
hands as she worked. she listened in
tently for 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 deliver It to her.
Strange that Victor Paige should
have gone forth at the same time. He
waited while she made her complaint.
''Tn the first place." she said, ut is
perfectly ridiculous that on the one
day In the week when we have to be
home, and when II 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 am lever 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. and
II 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 meI'
The dusky skinned attendant nodded
In the negative.
"And is there no hope Of any heat?"
Again negative nod.
"Well. then. the only thing for me
to do Is to go and get some oil. Thank
goodness, I bought stove"
Now II was victor's inning. Having
heard Freda's plaint and the unsatis-
factory replies, he did not mention the
frigid atmosphere that prevailed In his
apartment as well as In hers.
~ say. Obadihh-beg pardon, for
got your name was Hannibal-you
haven't seen anything Of stray mes
senger boy with typewriter. have
you? or course you haven't. But,
you see. the place usually dictate my
copy Is closed, and was going to
pound II out for myself today, so
sent for typewriter. But guess they
had too mnny orders before mine. Well
II there's no hope for heat III have to
burn OIL"
And he returned to his rooms, call
ing the name Of Dinah, who came
every day at noon to keep house for
him. blessed. because she had sug.
gested to him that when steam heat
fniled the temperature could be i'm.
proved by burning oil stoves.
The fact that fate had some deep
design In choosing to have Victor
I'nige and Frr,la Tllsop take apart
lnents In the same house really might
have been suspected when. a quarter
of an h"nr later. another accidental