South Bend news-times. (South Bend, Ind.) 1913-1938, 1920-02-15
COaEZeSS Monday
By Marcia Meredith

an ever going 20 write on my type
W ter, with hands stiff from cold, is
H. re than / can tell. 1t seems most
extraordinary that my manuscripts
did not come by the mail this morn
ING. Ny office is closed, ana IL is
absolutely necessary for me 70 type
write some revised manuscript that
the editor was sending by special de-
livery. Are you quite sure nothing
mas come for me?"
The dusky skinned attendant nod
ded in the negative.
And is there no hope for any
heat ?"
Again a negative nod.
well, then, the only thing for me
to do Is TO go and get some oil,
Thank goodness, bought stove"
Now II was VictOr's inning. Hav-
ing heard Tredas plant and the un-
satisfactory replies, he did not men
tion the frigid atmosphere that pre-
vailed in his apartment as we'll as
IN hers.
Il say Obadiah-beg pardon, /
forgot your name was Hannibal
YOU haven't seen anything of a
stray messenger boy with a tyne
writer, have you? OF course YOU
haven't. But. YOU see. the place ]
usually dictate my o,py is closed,
and / was going 10 pound il out for
myself today, so ] sent for a type
writer. But / guess they had too
many orders before mine. Wei, If
there's no hope for heat I'll 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 10 him that when steam heat
failed the temperature could be i'm
proved by burning oil stoves.
The fact that fate had some deep
design i'm choosing to have Victor
Paige and Freda Tnson take apart
ments i'm the Same house really
might have been suspected when, a
quarter OF an hour later another
accidental meeting occurred. It was
at the corner grocery. Freda came
hurrying IN with the base of an oil
stove, circumstances at having to
carry this awkward burden only
making her cheeks the pinker and
her eyes rounder.
Please fill this with OIL" she told
the grocers hoy, and then blushed a
little roster as she realized that Vic
tor Paige was standing AT her elbow.
lie took his hat off, and then. when
Freda averted her look he awkward
Is waved his hat IN the air and
sJrCked the cat with the nrim of il
10 try TO convince himself that he
had meant 20 take it off anyway, and
that he was not a bit embarrassed
by Freda's hautcur.
we amt eot no oil-all sold out g"
coroc from the grOcerS boy. just as
Victor Paige was inquiring OF the
grocer himself whether IL happened
that oil stoves were a part OF his
equipment I'm the grocery store back
IN his New Eugland home town he
recalled that such trifinr articles
were always sold. And as the gro
Ger assured him that the only places
&c get such things were the house
hold furniture stores. and they were
all closed because 70 was cOaless
MoHaRy, he coufidcd 20 him. he
anew the grocer didn't care. and he
didn't care whether he did care. but
he spoke in "a loud. clear voice. Could
10 have been that il was for F'reda's
benefu2
YOU see. the woman that keeps
housa for me suggested that Il +
bought some oil I could manage 10
keep warm. even when the steam
was not mp i'm the apartment. and T
was such an ass as 90 forget that
one really needed something TO burn
IL in. 7 have gallon OF oil. but
what good does that do2"
Freda did listen. and for iusJ one
moment she was TEMPTED 10 tell her