The Sun. [volume] (Price, Utah) 1915-1932, 1919-05-16
Bonhonme's
Compliments
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BY ALEC BRUCE
CcopyriEht. 1915. by the Mcclure Newsps-
per syndicatel

could stand II no longer.
True. he did not do much business
after FIVE o'clock. But what had that
20 do with it, These young men did
not mean business. not Their time
was their own. Bah. even Marie, his
own beautiful, peachbloom Marie. had
had enough. And enough Is as good
as feast her manner said so. Her
tongue1 More things than tongues
can speak
M'sleu rose suddenly from his ink
splattcrcd desk and paced slowly up
and down the dlmly lighted aisle or
his old furniture store.
"Ycs. II will end. now--tonight 20 he
muttercd. u cannot stand II longer.
These young men. young fools, ! viii
pack them home. where they belong.
My daughter II my daughter. not
plnythingl Her time. my time. Is yalu-
able"
Before dust-coatcd mirror In n tall
mahogany wardrobe he paused mo-
mcnt. shaking his fist at the full.fen.
turcd reflection with It's curling gray
hair and subducd fioridity Of countc.
nance.
"And you. m'sicur. must pack them
home: you have been too long about
it"
Ills big brown eyes blazcd oml.
I nously.
"FathcrW A door opened In tho
clumsy tapestry frame screening the
/ little living rooms behind, and Girl.
tall and dnrkly handsome. little past
| twenty, perhaps. with a humorous and
| clever expression. b,nmcd un him ont
/ NJ liquid wells OF blue. Father" she
repeated. "Mr. Moorson a. coming.
Hc-hc-I think he H. coming here
again."
THANK you. Marie. thank YOU"
stnmmcrcd M'slcur. his broad clean.
shaycn face pinking distinctly. Err
and if--if am not seen. l suppose
that I will not be In the way. my
dcnrT'
"Oh. no. father mol" she lnughcd.
'but make yourself heard ~ In the
gallery. Walk about n little. tumble
something. yes. Then cnn say.
Hush. Mr.. Moorson: someone h TAX.
ing stock up there IIn hn" she
laughed nervous little hugh.
"My dear" whispered her father I'm.
prcsslycly. "of course you know that
I do not-cr-drsire Co listen. The
sweet things these young men say ARE
not for ears like mine. An. doubt
not that | have heard them once or
twice already. Yes"
This time % low, mystical laugh rip.
Piled through the long oblong hall, md
echoed from the galleries above,
"Ainu amt" she murmurrd urchly,
"the Hwcrts things these young men
say, now. are perhaps Just little dic'
fcrrnt from the things young men
sald-oh, some twenty years ugo, when
the little mother heard you speak
them. heyf Aud ~, perhaps you
might desire"
"My dear" Bonhomme interrupted
with smile. Il hear footsteps
Never fear. l will walk nhust In the
gallery. or I viii cough maybe, Bul
am busy this afternoon, aud I cannot
leave the stnrr Tor the couyenirnc,
81 these young-yisitors, ahcm! And
Il n possible that I might hear som,
lcctlc snntch-ehi Take care. TAX,
care. mg'amselle!"
ring, ting.
.'Ah. your visitor"
Mahmsclle hurried forward with 4
laugh.
Click' The blk swing doors opene,
Wide aud well.set-up, musculal
young mnn met her with a smile tina
4 only half explained the meaning ~ hii
4 presence. 'Nour father r. out | sup
. posei" he whispered, glancing up IN,
aisle.
Mslcur. fat md brrnthlrss ha'
taken advantage OF TIN greetings {,
4 tlploe NJ the spiral stairway. Huh
II your father Is outI" he vhcrzr'
a wrnthfully Listen 60 faint hear
= and" But be did not hear the Fat
= ludy's reply. o
BAH Al gallery No, I hr fioppg'
, for moment aud Viewed with regrc
the inuuy dust covered tables near a.
= door n madame were only here
a Hush lie could hear bur could no
see his daughter ana Mr. Muorso
n now.
IS They had seated themselves ON
rose-colorrd dlyuO %. the aisle, hchin
= row of wardrOhes, The young mu
d chose the SPOT with much persuasion
% Mslour heard him "lluh | viii q
higher up, young man, higher 90
J. where I can get birds eye view D
y painted Whew! Asthma and climl
" lug do not agree, mud gallery No
was so high up, Il cOutuined the het
ding. all the soft goods and M'sieu
!, collapsed ON n pile Of cushions.
!" oh, Ia, Ia! he was TOO high up Z
hear even snatch Of conversation
II but he could see, And the young ma
N was h,ndlng So close 20 Ma'amsell
Ills speech. his actions, betrayed IA
a feyerbh anxiety OF HE mind, am
- Ma'amselle had turned her crgnso
face away. suddenly Mr.. Moorso
seized her hand. She drew ID AVA