The Dolores star., 1924-02-22
Joseph Greer and His Daughter

| time. The thing he'd said that had
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 ally
Anyhow, the thing for Violet TO do
for the next few months-was TO let
Joe Greer alone. II she rs much as
looked at him, let alone lifted finger,
Margaret would attribute the probable
failure OF her project for whar seri-
Gus attraction could cold. finIcky per
son like Margaret effectively exert
upon this genial freebooterD to her.
and. judging by the latest sample of
her conduct, act most unreasonahly
about IL. Luckily. II mattered very
little to Violet herself: shed have
nothing to do with Joe-for the pres
ent, anyhow.
She kept this resolution scrupulously
for a little less than a 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. Shed motored in with Dorothy,
having three or four things she wanted
TO do in town-the most important Of
these being call on Eileen Corbett,
Gregory's wife, who was Mt the Pres
byterlan hospital, having her appendix
removed. 1t was around five o'clock
when she left the hospital. She hadn't
gone more than block or two when
her chauffeur ran over Jagged frag
ment OF broken milk bottle and blew
tire. He trundled over to the curb,
stopped behind car that was parked
there-it had, she thought at the time,
family familiar look-nnd went to
work, in the dlsgustingly deliberate
manner characteristic of chaufTeurs.
putting on n 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 ap-
peared, amazingly, descending in the
freight elevator from the very building
opposite which they'd stopped.
What on earth are you doing out
hereF' she cried at sight OF him. She
cared nothing about an answer; the
question was galyanic. All she was
aware of was a tingllng 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 visit here"
Then, perceiving the chaufreur's occu-
patton and, in the same instant, inter
pretinS her puzzled frown, he ex-
planned, why, this is our laboratory.
l thought, for minute you'd come
out TO see what our linen process was
like"
Il didn't even know you had a lab
oratory." she said. what is 1t like?
laboratory always sounds exciting"
This one isn't" he told her derl.
sively
ITS so beastly hot right here" she
began, that almost anything"
IT'S hotter up there" he broke in.
And IT stinks to heaven. l wish there
was some place" The roar of pass
Ing elevated train checked his speech.
but he went on staring at her thought
fully until II passed. Il wish there
were some cool, quiet place that
could take you to, and make you com
Portable, and give you a drink-or a
cup of tea. But II there's such a
place within mile Of here, 1 don't
know It,"
She agreed with him about the
frightfulness Of the West Side. and
then told him Idly that her father-in.