Clearwater Republican. [volume] (Orofino, Idaho) 1912-1922, 1922-01-27
The Man From
Latham's
By CLARISSA MACkIE

SALLY asked Miss Ruth Diller when
returned from a visit to Chicago.
The very day you left, dear. White
for all the lower rooms. You
the others could be turned and
used another year. | am expecting
them to be delivered any day now.'
Il hope they will send a man to
them" remarked Miss Ruth as
she walked conplacently around the
line old house where they lived to-
gether. There was Il strange look on
the elder Miss OILERS face, a mix
ture Of pride, contentment, guilt
and apprehension. Occasionally she
brushed her snowy hair back with a
thin, nervous hand.
Ruth" suddenly screamed Sally,
pulling at her sisters left hand.
"What is the matter?" demanded
Ruth with a conscious smile.
"Where-did you get this ring?"
asked Sally in a mufled tone.
Judge Bronson placed it there, my
DEAR" said Ruth proudly. as they both
admired the splendid diamond cluster
ring.
"And you are going to marry himT"
"Certainly-in the spring. OF course
you will live with us, Sally, dear
Perhaps" said Sally seriously, but
she kissed her sister and wished her
happiness with Il fervor prompted by
the deep love they bore for each other.
AS Ruth went upstairs to put away
her things Sally sat in the parlor win
dow and looked u at the well-kept
grounds with the flower gardens,
where they had worked together.
Judge Bronson had been an old sweet
heart Of Ruth's, but a lovers quarrel
had separated them and he had mar
ried another girl and lost her. Lately
he had renewed his courtship Of the
elder Miss Diller.
st will be lonely here" thought
Sally with a heavy heart, as she got
up to prepare the evening meal. 81
wonder If there will be any pleasant
surprises for me-"
The next morning Judge Bronson
came with his big automobile and car
ried Miss Ruth away for the day
Sally smilingly refused to go witt
them. II am expecting the man from
Latham's," she explained.
Sally was crying-a lonely little fig
ure in a gray house frock, with 1
mist Of brown hair lightly busted witt
white. Even Sally was losing he
youth! Then the doorbell ran
sharply.
Sally opened the door to find tina
the man from Latham's had at las
arrived. He had Il covered deliver
car in the driveway and was bringin
a roll of window shades up to tn
porch.
Good morning. One more packag
Of shades" he called as he returne
to the car.
Sally left the door open and wen
Into the big living room, where tn
sun was shining, plants were bloomin
and where goldfish and canaries live
happily In the pleasant environment
A glance at the mirror showed trace
of tears. She wiped them CAREFUL
away and dabbed a bit of powder o
her pretty nose.
Here I am" said the pleasant voic
of the nan from Latham's, "all read
to begin work."
"You might start In the front room
said Sally, coming out into the bl
hall, where he waited, surrounded |
rolls of snowy window shades. "Ha,
you a stepladder?"
Everything ready" said the ma
briskly, with n sharp side glance
Sally that made her uneasy. She wo
dered IL he knew she was alone, M
she was glad that the silver was locke
up In the hidden cupboard,
She stood in the doorway NJ
watched him narrowly, and then wi
growing interest. He looked differel
from N other workman she had ev,
observed. His clothes were handson
and we'll cut. like Judge Bronson
He removed his coat aud hung II ov
a chair, revealing Il spotlesS Will
negligee shirt. with a handsome 81
scarf, and as he lifted his hand
adjust the ladder she glimpsed
platinum watch on his wrist.
What manner of workman was thi
lie worked faster and more el
ciently than anyone she had ever see
and soon all the lower shades we
hung and found to fit perfectly a
to run up and down with remarkal
smoothneSs.
-Don't you ever do anything eYce
6 hang window shades?" she inquire
as they returned to the parlor so tn
he could get his coat and hat.
II wish l had nothing else to dc
e he laughed, and his laugh made !
sit up, with a strained look on /
N te~ar-stained face.
Is "Have you ever been here before
'e for Latham's?" she asked.
"a "No-not for Latham's-for n