The Glenwood post., 1922-02-02
woLF's CLOTHING
BY VERA T. ROGERS.
IgSeSeSSSeSe9gSeSeS


They were discussing the new once
manager-that is, Rida and Lillian
were. Kath was the listening portion
Of the trio. She sat In the bright sum
light streaming through the broad
window, without blink Of her heavy
lidded sepia-brown eyes. Her dim
pied fingers played y lazy tattoo on
the typewriter before her Once she
turned her head, like languid sun
flower, toward the twittering pair, and
that was all.
The new man had disappeared for q
few moments. In the meantime he was
Catching II" from the Office.
"What do you think of him, kath?"
Nifty little goldie-brown mustache,
ell, KathT
LET Kath alone. Can't you see she's
aslcep-iike sweet Persian tabby In
the sum-"
"a peach An Adonois. isn't he,
Kath?" .,.
"Adenoids? You've said It'll" shouted
"Sour Grapes" from his high stool.
"Didn't you just love the way he
roinped in with his raccoon coat and
motor gogglesT gurgled Lillian.
Kath spoke for the first time that
day:
"Wolf's clothingr' Her tapping pre-
served its steady. lazy rhythm.
"Woof, Wool" Another high stool"
took up the cry.
"That's not wolf-it's bearl"
Hes bear-he's bear" danced
Rida toward the water tank.
"What did you mean by VOLTS cloth
ing, Kathf"
"She meant a sheep in VOLTS cloth
ing He's a sheep-he's q sheep"
warbled "Sour Grapes" saving Kath
an answer.
Every high stool and swivel creaked
under its weight Of assiduous attention
to business when Authority returned.
The detail ran smoothly, for the force,
In spite of spirits overhigh, was COM
petent one Sylvester Rand made Wig
orous use Of his handkerchief when he
entered. His keen gray eyes were dane
ing as they sought the floor. As mat
ter Of fact he had heard every word
LCaIhCu thC bpdSC Va thicC
that he grew on trees, was Greek god
and was that most pitiful of objects
q sheep In VOLTS clothing. He stepped
to Kath's desk.
Miss Berry, will you remain after 5
this evening. want to discuss some
thing" And the Office listened to
man. Kath raised languld eyes, which
had grown a little wider, and nodded.
At 5:15 The company's outer Office
door opened and tall, slender
brunette, enveloped in furs, entered
Her deep blue eyes, in contrast to her
dark hair. We're alive and searching
Her glance fell upon the waiting Kath,
who, dressed for the street, was seated
before her covered mp typewriter.
'Is Mr.. Rand heref'' asked the bru-
nette sweetly.
The disgruntled one moved languid
hand toward the inner office, the door
of which was slightly ajar.
After a hesitaut moment the new
conner seated herself
Then Rand hurried out from the in
ner office and walked straight to Kath,
without once gluncins al the new conner.
"Ahem!" He drew another desk chair
as close as possible TO 'll one which
held the sullen ore, reat tAec out and
seized one of her chubby hands in
firm grip.
"Ahem! Nov, my dear" he be
gan. Knth's heavy-lidded eyes, widened
to their fullest and Travelled past his
shoulder TO the other woman who was
slowly rising from her seat. Then
Rand also turned and looked. Releas-
ing the hand he held he rose to his
feet, turned his back to Kath and faced
the tall slender one with II copious
wink. In true movie" fashion he
registered his confession and guilt.
"Ah-er-how do you do? Had no
iden--"
Then he turned: "Ah-some other
time. Miss Berry" But Kath's
chair was empty. On the street floor
Ri,la and Lillian waited. They povnced
upon Kath as she emerged from the
elevator
"Ten us-what did he want tt see
YOU dDout!
"Girls'-the shaken one was no
longer chary Of speech--"take 1t from
me that mans wolf clear through
II his wife hadn't happened in"
Up in the Office pair of young
people had fallen into swivel chairs,
weak from laughter.
"A 'peach'-nn 'Adonis' is one thing,
Cousin Sue; but sheep is q bird of
another complexion. That girl doesn't
talk much. which makes her sort of
oracle around the office. I may have
to spend the rest Of my life here and
I'm not going to begin as sheep--in
VOLTS clothing--so l staged the little
affair on the spur Of the moment,
knowing you would be along to help
me out. Tomorrow, I'll be an out and.
out wolf" The mild Sylvester threw
out his chest. flung on the race0on
coat and pretended to leap savigely
at his cousin :.