The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1922-07-07
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 Once I managed to direct the an- tagonistic minds of Rosa Cordova and Mabel StorrS back to a consideration of the business for which he had met we plunged into our conference No masculine committee of ways and means ever did things more strenu- ously or more earnestly.
 We went over books. verified fig- ures, discussed the solvency of cor porations. compared notes on Dick West and planned ways and means of holding up our end of the game Jim is playing. None of us thought of the lunch hour. We worked as earnestly and with a team work as perfect as if there hadn't been that ugly clash between the snobbbery of Rosa and the insistence of Mabel on holding the position Jim had de1egat- ed to her.
 Suddenly there was a tap on the door. Mabel looked up with a frown between her brows-
 ''1 told Oliver not to disturb us on any account The telephone has been shut off. I wonder why he permits l-she began.
 Then the door opened and in walked young Oliver with a grinning boy in his wake. They carried a bag which proved to hold sandwiches and con- | tainers full of stean1ing coffee Its o'clock. You'H be all flag ged out if you don't eat,'' he explained All he needed for his guerdon and reward was Mabers:
 My blessed young knight! I've | the most gallant cavalier in the world He always manages to look out TOT me. Oliver, this is one of your finest 1 inspirations'
 l Fortunately he didn't stay to hear more, for Rosa Cordova's lips curled in scorn, and she cried: | But for lunch cannot eat pieces l of cold meat put between bread IT my country we never make lunch O, such dry food. For you two it Is nice l maybe, but I must go to keep an an. | pointm ent-me.''
 l Wont you be later" I asked | Wouldn't 1t be better to telephone l that you've been detained on busi ness %
 | But I have not been detain.,' stormed Rosa, leaping to her feet ana gathering up her belongings. ''Th, l business if finish. We do no more work for today. I go about amons people and enjoy myself for the res | of the day.
 The supreme insolence and. insult O 1 1t were mitlgated by the naSn1ng smi1 with which she flung her words at me as she cooked her head from side t, side while applying a lip-stick ant other aids to beauty
 Mabel said nothing. She sat in he chair at the head of the desk ant stared intently at the little woman prmping andi painting before a tin goId-backed mirror. The bag of sand wiches and the paper container which at any moment were likely t start willing and leaking their Hqui contents, stood unnoticed before her They had an effect of cheapness. aug mented by their contrast with Rosa luxurious belongings.
 ] To insist that Rosa remain wou1 only have subpected Mabel to furthe snubbing. So I busted myself open ing the bag of sandwiches and spread ing out the paper napkins, which Oli yer hadn't neglected to provide.
 Chicken salad, cream cheese an
 tongue sandwiches!" I cried, readin 1 the tiny labels fastened to the wa papers. "Bless the lads heart H . made a fine selection for muggy day |. And if we don't let the coffee lose it | pleasant temperature we'll have m
 idea of a good lunch. Too bad your
 not acclimated to the customs of tn
 country, Mrs. Cordova- You miss lot by not enjoying such national in stitutions as sandwiches, ice water an roast beef We'll have to teach you