Iowa County democrat. [volume] (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1877-1938, 1921-11-03
VOLTS CLOTHING
BY VERA 7. ROGERS.
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were. hath was the listening portion
of the trio. She sat in the bright sun
light streaming through the broad
window, without blink of her heavy
lidded sepia-brown eyes. Her dim
pied fingers played a lazy tattoo on
the typewriter before her Once she
turned her head, like a languid sun
flower, toward the twittering pair, and
that was all.
The new man had disappeared for a
few moments. In the meantime he was
catching it" from the Office.
what do you think of him, Kath?'
::'Nifty little goldie-brown mustache,
ell, Kath?"
LET Kath alone. Can't you see she's
asleep-like a sweet Persian tabby In
the sum-"
"a peach! An Adonois, isn't he,
KathY'
"Adenoids? You've said itr' shouted
"Sour Grapes" from his high stool.
Didn't you just love the way he
romped in with his raccoon coat and
motor gogglesY' gurgled Lillian.
Kath spoke for the first time that
day:
"Wolf's clothingr" Her tapping pre-
served it's steady, lazy rhythm.
"Woofl Wool! I" Another "high stool"
took up the cry.
That's not a wolf-it's a bear!"
"He's bear-he's BEAR" danced
Rida toward the water tank.
"What did you mean by VOLTS cloth
ing, Kath?'
''She meant a sheep in VOLTS cloth
ing. He's sheep-he's a sheep"
warbled "Sour Grapes" saving Kath
an answer
Every high stool and swivel creaked
finder it's weight Of assiduous attention
to business when Authority returned.
The detail ran smoothly, for the force,
in spite of spirits overhigh, was COM
petent one Sylvester Rand made Wig
orous use of his handkerchief when he
entered. His keen gray eyes were dane
ing as they sought the floor. AS mat
ter of fact he had heard every word
learned i'm the space Of three minutes
that he grew OF trees, was Greek god
and was that most pitiful of objects
a sheep in VOLTS clothing He stepped
to Kath's desk.
Miss Berry, will you remain after
this evening. want to discuss some
thing" And the office listened to
man. Kath raised languid eyes, which
had grown little wider, and nodded.
At 5:15 the company's, outer office
door opened and q TALL slender
brunette, enveloped in furs, entered
Her deep blue eyes, in contrast to her
dark hair, were alive and searching.
Her glance fell upon the waiting Kath,
who, dressed for the street, was seated
before her covered up typewriter.
IT'S Mr.. Rand here?' asked the bru-
nette sweetly.
The disgruntled one moved languid
hand toward the inner office, the door
of which was slightly ajar-
After a hesitant moment the new
conner seated herself
Then Rand hurried out from the In
ner office and walked straight to Kath,
without once glancing at the'newcomer.
"Ahem!' He drew another desk chair
as close as possible to the one which
held the sullen one, reached out and
seized one of her chubby hands in a
firm grip.
"Ahem! Now, my dear" he be-
gan. Kath's heavy-lidded eyes, widened
to their fullest and travelled past his
shoulder to the other woman who was
slowly rising from her seat. Then
Rand also turned and looked. Releas
ing the hand he held he rose to his
feet. turned his back to Kath and faced
the tall, slender one with a copi0us
wink. In true movie" fashion he
registered his confession and guilt
"Ah-er-how do you do? Had no
idea"
Then he turned: "Ah-some other
time. Miss Berry" But Kath's
chair was empty. On the street floor
Rida and Lillian waited. They pounced
upon Kath as she emerged from the
elevator.
"Tell us-what did he want to see
you aboutT'
"Girls"-the shaken one was no
longer chary Of speech-"takesit from
me that mans a wolf clear through
If his wife hadn't happened in"
Up in the office a pair of young
neople had fallen into, swivel chairs,
weak from laughter.
"A 'peach'-an 'Adonfs' is one thing,
Cousin Sue; but sheep is bird of
another complexion. That girl doesn't
talk much, which makes her sort of
oracle around the office. | may have
TO spend the rest of my life here and
I'm not going to- begin as sheep-in
VOLTS clothing-so staged the little
affair on the spur of the moment,
knowing you would be along to help
me out. Tomorrow, I'll be an out-and-
ont wolf" The mild Sylvester threw
out his chest, flung on the raccooA
coat and pretended to leap savagely
at his cousin -.
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