The Holbrook news., 1922-07-14
CHAPTER VI-Continued.

But though Clarendon Bromfield had no doubt of the issue of his suit, the friendship of Beatrice for this fel- It 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. If 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 70 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 1t. Surely this round of social frivOlities, the chatter of these silly women anC 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 a 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 hanus. he took hold of problems and examined them stripped of all trimmings. The man was elemental, but he was keen and broad-gauged. IL amazed her one day {" 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 il had 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 fringes too long not to appreciate a chance to get into the social Holy of Holies
 A bow-legged little man in q cleap. wrinkled suit with silk kercllief knotted loosely round his neck stopped in. front of q window where girl was selling stamps.
 'l wantta see the postmaster"
 "Corridy'right Takel'vatorthir'door left" slie said, just as though it were two words
 At that the freckled-face little fellow opened wider his skim-miIk eyes and please"
 "Corrid'y'right. Takel'vatorthird 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 helplessly, swept up ny the tide of hurrying people that flowed continuously into the building and ebbed out of it. From this he was tossed into q backwater that brought him to another window.
 'I wantta see the postmaster of this burg" he announced again with a plaintive whine.
 What abOut?" asked the man back of the grating.
 Important business. amigo. Where's he at?''
 The man directed him to a door upon which was printed the legend, Super intendent of Complaints"
 Well. sir What can do for you?'' thc man behind the big desk snapped.
 ''l wantta see the postmaster"
 ''What about?"
 ''I got important business with him."
 "Who are you?"
 "Mle, I'm Johnnie Green of the Bin a-Box ranch. I just trapped in from Arizona anG wantta see the postmas- ter"
 Suppose you tell your troubles to me"
 Johnnie changed his weight to the other foot. No, suh. l allow to see the postmaster himself personal"
 Hes busy" explained the official. "He can't possibly see anybody with out knowing his business"
 "That's sJl right. I've lost my pal. I wanttR Sec--"