Plentywood herald. [volume] (Plentywood, Mont.) 1908-current, 1928-11-15
All Simply Good
Business
By CLARISSA MACKIE

uT WANT TO save the old place.
sir" said young Philip Moreland
to the family lawyer.
"You cannot do 1t merely on your
salary In Humbert's," said Mr.. Trask.
"No-the Humbert job il merely to
pay my living expenses now. Before
| went abroad, | always expected to
live In the home on my return, but l
didn't count on that crash in stocks
| ought to have known better. But I
want to save the old place for my
children. MIR. Trask."
"You are married, Mr.. Morelandf'
and the lawyers grizzled brows rose
inqulringly.
Good heavens no, sir. Haven't
even met the right girl never was
interested much In girls. you know,
Mr.. Trask-too busy with mountain
climbing and exploring for that"
"A good thing for you, too. Well,
Mr.. Moreland, l think | can help you
out In the matter Of the house. You
say that you will take all the green
houses. and so forth, and start a fash
ionable florist business. You still
have that Scotch gardener, Mac
Laren? Good for you. You q live
In the large house If you want to.
The small lodge cottage at the south
gate Is wanted by a young woman
who'll open a tea shop there. The
price l am charging her will take
are of the interest On mortgages, and
pay something on principal. What
your florist business does Is still more
profit for the house. In two or three
years you will be free and clear"
"G0odi Now tell me what to do
next"
"Stay here half an hour and meet
the tea-room lady,"
Not on your life," said Mr.. More
land seizlng his hat And he went
out.
Mr.. Trask smiled amiably. HE
hasn't seen Miss Fenby yetW he
murmured.
Phil Moreland got into his a and
drove back home along the smooth
Long Island roads to the splendid In
heritance that was his. He carried.
In the car pockets. all kinds of read
| Ing matter that would help him solve
the problem of saving the place for
his children II he ever had any He
entered by the south gate and
| scanned the small brick lodge, with
its wide porches and pretty grounds.
II will have Meadows erect a heavy
wire fence behind the place and SO
cut Off this south entrance from the
house and grounds" he unused and
the next day there was begun a vary
tall and very strong wire stockade.
"That is just what it is, auntie,'
averred Irene Strang Fenby. "A tall
stockadei i am glad 1T Is there.
shall plant jasmine and clematis and
other things so that 1t is covered
over. I suppose that Mr.. Moreland is
a rather smarly old bachelor, and
am more than glad that he has put
the fence up there. Makes us feel
quite independent, auntie.'
Two weeks afterward MIR. Philip
Moreland was driving past the SOUTH
gate of his estate on his way TO din
ner three miles away. There came
to him a delicious fragrance of fried
chicken and hot bread. He STOPPED
and stared at the Brick Tea House
and then he parked his car within
the space of the open gate, and went
into the building.
The first thing he saw was
charming wide veranda set witt
small tables with an elderly woman
In a charming lavender frock. knit
ting and rocking gently In a chair.
perhaps you would rather sit In
SIDE" she told him.
"Thank you" said Philip, and en-
tered.
1t was all green tables and wicker
chairs and pretty Powered chintx
Guests were seated at all the tables
: excepting one. There Philip seated
himself.
And Miss Irene Fenby herself
charming In Powered silk, with ne
! black hair satin smooth, and her sof
black eyes shy, and yet b~Uslnessllke
brought his delicious dinner. SIT
waited on him, once a little awkward
". when she explained that thei
regular waitress had burned be
hand. Philip could not keep his eye
off OF her. he fingered as long as b.
politely could over the meal. and thel
went home to dream about the girl.