The Challis messenger. (Challis, Idaho) 1912-current, 1923-09-05

boy. every nice gentleman-all the
Joneses is fine folks. Lives In the
apartment just above yours, only 1t
hasn't any kitchen, because he gets
all his meals out and the Kitchens
done been made over into an extra
room to hold his books. He's very
learned gentleman, miss, should say"
And all this though interesting, did
not any better explain why Mr.. Bran
don Jones had ridden on to Lovel
avenue.
Daphne and Diana declared the
| corn bread to be exactly like the corn
bread old Sally used to make. They
were feasting merrily on it when the
bell of the apartment rang. They ex-
changed surprised glances, for callers
never came unannounced in that
apartment Hope fled to the door, and
there stood Brandon Jones.
Excuse me-" he began. and before
he had time to go further with his
apologies he whitfield and said: MY,
but that smells good | smelled 1t
way up in my apartment, and that's
why | came. You see"
"Im sure we all would like to have
said Hope, looking at Daphne and
Diana, who had now appeared in the
hail.
And so Brandon Jones was ushered
into the living room, where the large
table had been spread for dinner.
Brandon then explained. He hoped
Miss Mawson-the elevator boy had
told him her name-would accept his
apologies.
He had sat beside her on the car
and had been Interested in the inter-
est she showed in that corn bread adj
vertisement. He had seen her be-
fore and knew that she lived in this
apartment, so when she rode past her
street he knew 1t must be because OF
her preoccupation in this advertise
ment.
He got off where she did and fol-
to his delight she bought the corn
meal. Later he got the tempting smell
Of baking corn bread through his open
window above-corn bread and coffee,
just as the picture had suggested He
was looking for good rule for corn
hread-he thought perhaps he might
be able to secure hers.
"But why all this excitement aboul
corn bread?" said Daphne, who was
blunt.
Mr.. Jones said it was absurd of him
not to have begun at the beginning
and explained that at first. "You see,
I'm an advertising man-Jones
Hancock"
"Oh, l didn't know you were that,
Mr. JONES'" said Daphne with much
respect, hearing the name of the Iarg-
est advertising concern in the city.
"And we just took over the account
of Folgers corn products-want to
make a big thing of It, | thought
picture of corn bread would make
good street car card-tried to get our
artist to make it as real as possible.
Mr. Hancock thought that was little
too supplemented to try something
clever, you know But we thought
we'd try II out So when l saw you,
Miss Mawson, reading the advertise
ment | felt that at least one street car
rider was interested. And then, by
jove. you went to the store and
bought the cornmeal. I'll have to tell
Hancock"
Mr.. Jones ate two. then three pieces
of the corn bread and declared that
Miss Mawson was the best cook in the
world, and Diana made face behind
his back because she had cooked all
the rest of the dinner, which they had
urged him to share with them, and he
never thought to say what a good
cook she was.
But then right from the first Mr..
Jones had eyes only for Hope.
"And that was as II should be-" said
the practical Daphne a month later
when Hope and Brandon announced
their engagement. because usually the
men they knew admired all three
land divided admiration" continued
Daphne, as not conducive to diamond
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