The Oakley herald. [volume] (Oakley, Idaho) 1908-1961, 1923-12-21
Joseph Greer and His Daughter

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given Violet most food for thought was
that broken sentence. "Of course, II
he married Margaret" Had he
meant that this would bring Joe, some
how. within the pale7 Afford him the
protection Of another code. so that he'd
be allowed to get rich, after all?"
Anyhow, the thing for Violet to do
for the next few months--was to let
Joe Greer alone. II she as much as
looked at him. let alone lifted a finger,
Margaret would attribute the probable
failure of her project (for what seri-
Gus attraction could cold. finicky per-
son like Margaret effectively exert
upon this genial freebooter?) to her.
and, judging by the latest sample Of
her conduct, act most unreasonabiy
about II. Luckily, it mattered very
little to Violet herself. she'd have
nothing to do with Joe-for the pres
ent, anyhow.
She kept this resolution scrupulousIy
for little less than n week then, on
the afternoon of Margaret's lunch for
Beatrice, as a result Of chance en-
counter with him. she broke II rather
badly. She'd motored in with Dorothy,
having three or four things she wanted
to do in t0wn-the most important of
these being a call on Eileen Corbett.
Greg0ry's wife, who was at the Pres
byterian hospital, having her appendix
removed II was around five O'Clock
when she left the hospital. She hadn't
gone more than q block or two when
her chauffeur ran over a jagged frag
ment of broken milk-bottle and blew
a tire. He trundled over to the curb,
stopped behind car that was parked
there-it had, she thought at the time,
family familiar Iook-and went to
work, in the disgustingly deliberate
manner Characteristic Of chauffeurs,
putting on a spare.
1t was the hottest part of what had
turned out to be remorselessly hot
day, and this particular spot was, she
was sure, the hottest in Chicago. The
prospect of a fifteen or twenty min
utes wait was irksome. But before
the first of them had passed. Joe APP
peared. amazingly, descending In the
opposite which they'd stopped.
"What on earth are you doing out
here?" she cried at sight of him. She
cared nothing about an answer; the
question was galvanic. All she was
aware of was tingling sensation from
the brilliant look he gave her and the
feel of the hand which met the one
she'd stretched out to him.
But his answer was not perfunctory
This is the last place I'd expect you
to come to-" he said. Even your hus-
bands never paid us a visit here"
Then, percelving the chauffeurs occu-
patton and, in the same instant. inter
preting her puzzled frown, he ex.
planned, why. this is our laboratory
thought, for a minute, you'd come
out to see what our linen process was
like"
Il didn't even know you had lab
oratory," she said. what is 1t like?
laboratory always sounds exciting"
This one isn't" he told her deri-
sively.
ITS so beastly hot right here" she
began, that almost anything"
Its hotter up there" he broke In
And 1t stinks to heaven. l wish there !
was some place" The roar of pass
ng elevated train checked his speech, |
)ut he went on staring at her thought |
July until it passed. Il wish there
we're some cool, quiet place that ! |
,ould take you to, and make you COM
'ortable, and give you drink-or a
up of tea. But If there's such
,lace within mile of here, / don't
Inow It,"
She agreed with him about the
of the West Side, and
hen told him idly that her father-in-