The Beaver herald. [volume] (Beaver, O.T. [Okla.]) 1895-1923, 1922-05-11
A Split
Commission
BY LILLIAcE MITCHELL
G, iS2s' Dy Mcclure Newspaper synaiest

eye on the boarder who sat across the
table. He did not want to be late
again, for old Manson was getting
grouchy Of late. When the waitress
came in and said that Mr.. Manson
was ON the telephone and wished to
speak TO Mr.. Balnbrldge, John fnlrly
gasped
There are half a dozen agents out
there right on the ground to show
this fellow the place." he heard Man
son saying. Nevertheless, think
that We should be represented. I'll
leave the car at the corner and 20
down town the rest of the way on the
H. You skip out there and hang
around. II we could make the sale IL
wJu'1 mean n fat commission for you.
cambridge. Go to It. Get I'll"
Banbridge was one of the younger
statesmen IN the realty corporation and
as yet somewhat unyersed In sales
talk. AS he hurried toward the cor
ner TO get into the sedan which was
waiting there, he shifted at the air of
the early morning, and thought what a
wonderful day II would be In the
country where he was going He
wished that he knew some charming
girl to take with him, somebody who
loved the smell of clean. fresh cOun-
try air. He rapidly thought over the
list Of girls he knew. II was short
list and they all lived fairly near.
He stopped before the Adams
house and Elolse herself answered the
door. She blushed scarlet when she
saw him and asked him to step inside.
Il got up late" she began apologIz-
ing, "and | haven't had chance yet
to"
"Oh, well, never mind" John Balm
bridge cut in; II had to drive out to
the country and | thought" he eyed
her soiled frock and her unlaced boots
dlstastefully.
If you'd phoned," she began, but
now II would take me a half-hour-"
Better luck next time" he said as
he hurried off. He gave short whis-
tie as he showed In the clutch. But
she surely is charming In the eve
nlngl"
swcred the door, a saucy maid, who
did not trouble to go upstairs, but
who called up that a gentleman want
ed to see Miss Anna. He heard Annals
voice. now more ON the querulous or
der than the lifting, laughter-loving
voice that he knew.
THAT doorbell wakened me Send
hns nbnlN
coupons from some photograph studio
or somebody wanting something"
II was an almost dazed young John
Bainbridge who again stepped into the |
sedan belonging to the Acme Realty |
corporation. The time was fleeting |
and he must start out for the long |
drive that was ahead of him. He could |
not risk being late, and yet It seemed
a pity to take such a good drive alone
when some one else might as we'll en- |
Joy II, too. Besides, he would like |
The traffic was getting heavy |
now and so he took a short cut up.a |
side street. He saw a few familiar |
houses and remembered Mary O'Brien |
lived along here In one Of these houses.
He saw the very house now and un-
decidedly drew up at the big white
stone in front that pointed out the
fact that they had once had enough
carriage company" to use a block.
Here again the girl of the house
the door-Mary O'Brien
herself. Her hair was smooth and
prettlly dressed and her shoes were
we'll polished, strapped ones that were
fastened properly. Her apron, though,
was mass of blue and yellow
streaks.
Hello. Jacket" she greeted with a
wide smile. Thought you never were
going to come around any more Come
ON in"
II can't" he temporized. II stopped
just for a minute. You see, I'm going
to take long drive out into the coun-
try TO try TO sell wealthy CONNER
rlal artist gentleman's country place
and had room in the car and thought
maybe you'd like TO drive along"
Her eyes danced. "Id love itl" she
exclaimed enthusiastically.
But" he went on evenly, T--I
thought maybe you'd be dressed
enough TO go--I've got to get there
At once"
But Mary was already tugglng at
her apron that covered her from neck
10 hem. '"The kitchen needed painting
and | thought that Mary O'Brlen,
house artist, might as well do the
Job. But I'm all dressed. Just let
me get hat and cover the paint jar
80 II won't dry up"
She now had the apron Off and a
leat dark blue frock was revealed.
"Yes, Jack Bainbridge. Don't know,
suppose in time for lunch" he heard
,er telling her mother. "All rlghtyr'
And all the way out to the town
where the wealthy commercial artist
ived, or rather was stopping at the
iOte!, Mary O'Brien told him OF all
hat had happened since she had last
'een him. and John Bainbridge found
himself laughing as he had not
aughed for months. Some way his