Idaho County free press. [volume] (Grangeville, Idaho Territory) 1886-current, 1922-02-02
ARE THEY?
BY MARGARET m,conkeY.
@. 1871. by Mcclure Newspaper syndieat


@, 1871. by Mcclure Newspaper Syndicate
The Office was alive with noises. A
messenger whistled, typewriters
clicked. an adding machine buzzed, a
multigraph thumped. 1t would seem
to mere outsider that amid all this
speed and activity there would be no
room FOR anyone so distracting as
Dame Gossip or no time to listen to
her stories in case she could force her
way In. - iaii' e-s'H - q
Yet If this outsider had supernat-
ural ears, he might have heard one
stenographer buzzlng to another.
"And Just before he has to leave for
South America What shamer'
Or, If his powers of observation had
been acute, he might have noticed that
the messenger had stopped whistling
long enough to listen to new devel-
opment In the story, such as He has
been working for six months for his
appointment so that they could go to
South America for their honeymoon
II mind reader, he might perhaps
have noted pang of envy flashing
through the mind of a plain-looking
stenographer in an obscure corner OF
the room. Perhaps she was thinking.
"Any girl with a bunch of curls and
baby-vamplre eyes can treat a man
as she pleases."
His curiosity as to the victims of
these little snatches of gossip might
have induced the outsider to go to the
root of the trouble. If so, his In
vestigations would eventually have led
him to a dlIapidated old boarding
house, the home Of one Geneyieve
West.
A small, blue-eyed girl sat in front
Of mirror deftly pinning some curls
back In shining waves over a large
protruding ear. Having accomplished
this to her private satisfaction she
turned her head, carefully avoiding
q prominent flaw In the mirror, and
proceeded to oeVer up the other ear,
equally large and equally protruding.
Three floors below In the boarding
house parlor sat Lyman Mccullough,
a clean-cut young Scotchman, charac-
terized mainly by a rather square jaw,
but with pleasing face for~all that.
His Scotch jaw for once was serving
| him we'll for, In a position where most
men would have given up in despair
he was able to hold on with a Stub
born persistence which would excite
envy from the most tenacious bull
dogs.
| Curiosity we'll aroused now, the out
slider would probably have followed
the couple as they strolled through
the Boston common, and he might
even have eavesdropped little to
their conversation as they sat on
bench beneath the sheltering shade
of a large tree. H
Lyman was arguing. "Genevieve, L
you love me as you say you do, you
will marry me tomorrow and go Il
South America"
While Genevieve was persistint
with much determination. you know
I love you, Lyman, but / can't MARI!
you tomorrow. can't"
| FalteringIy she added, an wait TO
you"
LYMAN exploded. swat for me
i WHY do you suppose 1 took this posi-
toni For the privilege of travelling
aloneT
/ Calming down a little, he asked he
patiently for the hundredth or per
hans the thousandth time, "Why, wh'
4 can't YOU marry me tomorrow w
| were planning to be married mex
month, anyhow"
And for the hundredth or perhap
the thousandth time, Genevieve an
Il swered. 81 can't, Lyman, just can l.
4 LYMAN changed his tactics and re
sorted to coaxing. "Come, Genevieve
/. please tell me what is trousling m
Il pretty curly-headed girl"
Genevieve WINGED. I'm not.
"Not whatf asked Lyman.
aNot what you think l am" an
swered Genevieve.
4 Lyman looked puzzled and the
laughed. "What are you then, SWEEP
hearth"
Geneyieve shook her head with
decided negative. but did not answe
his question.
"How soon will you marry me IL
give up the tripr
Genevieve counted on her hnger
"a week from Thursday. Oh, Lyman
will you? Can your -0
But Lyman, too. was counting o
hIs fingers. "Ahal" he detected,
have a clue. Thursday! Pay day
Money!"
But Genevieve refused. u couidh
take your money. We aren't married
every easy" remedied Lyman
"We1l get married now and I'll CIV
you the money"
When Genevieve refused, Lyma
lost his patience and left her. III
/ ..,,fd Drohahlv. have bee