Northern Wisconsin advertiser. [volume] (Wabeno, Wis.) 1898-1925, 1922-08-11
CHAPTER Vl-Continued,

But though Clarendon Bromfield
the friendship of Beatrice for this fell
low from Arizona stabbed his vanity.
1t hurt his class pride and his personal
self-eSteem that she should take pleas
ure in the mans society. Bee never
had been well-broken to harness. He
set his thin lips tight and resolved
that he would stand no nonsense of
this sort after they were married. II
she wanted to fiirt it would have to be
with some one in their own set.
Beatrice could not understand her
self. She knew that she was behav-
ing rather indiscreetly, though she did
not fathom the cause of the restless
ness that drove her to Clay Lindsay.
The truth is that she was longing for
an escape from the empty life she was
leading, had been seeking one for years
without knowing it. Surely this round
of social frivolities, the chatter of
these silly women ana SNUG tailor
made men, could not be all there was
TO life. She must have been made
for something better than that.
And when she was with Clay she
knew she had been. He gave her
vision OF life through eyes that had
known open, wide spaces, clean, whole
some, and sun-kissed. He stood on his
own feet and did his own thinking.
Simply, with both hands, he took hold
of problems and examined them
stripped of all trimmings. The man
was elemental, but he was keen and
broad-gauged. 1t amazed her one day
to learn that he had read William
James and understood his philosophy
much better than she did.
There was In her mind no intention
whatever of letting herself do any,
thing so foolish as to marry him. But
there were moments when the thought
OF it had a dreadful fascination for
her. She did not invite such thoughts
to remain with her.
For she meant to accept Clarendon
Bromfield In her own good time and
make her social position in New York
absolutely secure. She had been In the
sringes too long net to appreciate
chance TO set into the social Holy Of
Holes.
A bow-iegged little man In a cheap,
wrinkled suit with a silk kerchief
knotted loosely round his neck stopped
in front of a window where a girl was
selling stamps.
81 wantta see the postmaster"
"Corrid'y'right. Takel'vatorthir'd door
left" she said, just as though 1t were
two words.
At that the freckled-face little fellow
opened wider his skim-milk eyes and
his weak mouth. "Come again, ma'am,
please"
"Corrid'y'right. Takel'vatorthir'd door
left" she repeated. Next"
The inquirer knew as much as he
did before but he lacked the courage
to ask for an English translation. He
shuffled away from the window and
wandered helr,essly, swept up by the
ade of hur.ying people that flowed
continuously into the building and
,bbed out OF 1t. From this he was
tossed into a backwater that brought
him to another window.
81 wantta see the postmaster OF this
burg" he announced again with
plaintive whine.
what about?" asked the man back
NJ the grating.
Important business, amigo. Where's
he at?"
The man directed him to door upon
which was printed the legend. Super
fntendent of Complaints"
.WelI, sirl What can l do for your"
aae man behind the big desk snapped.
II wantta see the postmaster"
!. swhat aboutT'
= rot important businsss with hiEa."