The Logan Republican. [volume] (Logan, Utah) 1902-1924, 1919-01-14
MTH|R:TEENTH
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As usual nowadays, instead of
knocking at the door Fate called up
on the telephone.
Though the bell shrilled almost In
Mrs. Klp's ear she would not answer
1t. She WINGED, shook her head, agi-
tated her rocking chair with petulance.
embroidered vindictively, and hardly
so much called out as sighed very
loudly toward the hallway:
'Daphnel Ooh, Daphnel the tele-
phone againi"
On the stairs there sounded
muffied scurry like the rush Of an
April shower chased down q hillside
by the sun. An allegory Of April dart
ed across the room and raised the tel
ephone to her lips as II 1t were
beaker Of good cheer.
Her mother was used to this humor
of Daphne's and paid no heed till
sudden frost chilled the warm tone of
the girls voice. The smile of hospi-
tality wasted on the telephone had
given place to look of embarrass-
ment.
Mrs. Kip whispered anxiously, "Who
Is itf"
Daphne motioned her not to inter-
rupt, and her voice grew deep and
, important II became what her brother
Bayard called her reception voice."
In her grandest contralto she said:
''Thls is Miss Kip. Yes, have. Yes,
! he does. beg pardon2 ohi-oh! OH
How do you dc, Mr.. Wmbwm."
"Mr. WhoT her mother keened.
Daphne whispered to quiet her, "a
young man from New York-friend of
Bayard's-same Office. haven't got
his name yet"
Into the telephone she was saying,
and bowling and nodding the while
with her politest face. 'Indeed I'll try
to be. OF course Cleve,and's not New
York. but BY the way, do you
! dancer That's good. That's right !;
might as well be deaf If you don't |
How long will you be In Cleveland2
Oh, Is that all7 Well, then, you must
come ont here and have tea with US
this very afternoon. I'll call for you
at the hotel In my little car. No; it's
not one Of those; It's an electric. I
run II myself. Afraid to risk it7
Brave msni TIL be there in fifteen
minutes. and You might be on the
! steps. Goodby, Mr.. Wmbwm."
/ This last was said In the fond tone
Of ancient friendship. and she hung
up the receiver with a gesture like
shaking hands.
| She turned to find her mother thin
ming her lips In long. tight line; her
checks bulged explosively. Daphne
forestalled her:
'He's young fellow In the same
firm as Bayard. Says he's here on
business for ten days. Bayard told
him to call me up and tell me to be
nice to him. That sounds like BY.
Also said he hadn't time to write. That
sounds liker still. Bayard told him
to kiss you for him. so he must be all
right. I was going to take him to
the hotel to tendance, but thought
I'd better give him look-over first.
So I'll roll him out here. Get out the
nice china and the napkins / mono
grammed, and"
"But, Daphnel Wait I can't"
Il haven't time to argue with you,
mamma. Please do as / tell you for
once, and don't fuss. Mr.. Wmbwm
will probably have a lot of news to
tell you about your prodIgal son.
Gbyr'
She popped kiss on the forehead
that anxiety had turned to corduroy
and ran upstairs like another April
shower chasing the sun uphill. She
dashed down again with hat and
gloves, and, with nose repowdered.
slammed the front door gayly,
thrummed the steps, and strobe across
the long lawn to the little electric car
standing under the porte cochere. The
car was very large for a beetle but
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