TUESDAY AFTERNOON, NOVEMBER 3, 1925
Too MuchJEfficiency
But H. Hedge was so busy at his
card indexes when Horae* returned
with the order that the sandwich and
the milk stood on the desk for half
an hour before he noticed them.
Alice came home in the middle of
the afternoon. Sh e tiptoed past the
door of the library a».id saw him in
tent upon his writing. For an in
stant she hesitated, uncertain; then
apparently ehanged her mind about
something, passed on through the
hall a, id went upstairs. She found
Sonstance in her private den *n the
second floor.
“Why is he still here?” demanded
Alice, flinging her books on the
floor.
Constance made a weary gesture
and tried to resume her erading.
“But I thought we were to get rid
of him,” persisted Alice, surprised
and disappointment unmistakable in
her voice.
The elder sister tossed her novel
into a coiner ond contemplated Alice
as thouh the latter wer e quite in
capable of understanding.
“But, Connie, you said—”
“Never mind what I said. He’s
here—and it looks as if he were here
to stay.”
“Connie!” Alice sat dovyi and
stared.
“Yes—to stay.” repeated Con
stance bitterly.
Alice hitched an ankle across one
knee and looked thoughtful.
“No, I guess not,” she assented.
*‘Did-—did he run out on you?”*
“ Approximately .’*•
“And what did you do?”
“Oh, had a row,” languidly.
“Throw anything?”
“Me?”
“Uh-huh.”
“You know perfectly well I’ve out
grown that, Alice. Don’t be silly.
“Still, it’s usually best; it’s sim
plest,” said Alice. “But how are we
going to get him out of the house?”
“I’m not sure that we are.”
“Don’t tell me you’ve quit, Con
nie?”
“Os course, I haven’t quit,” re
torted Constance. “If you’d only
suggest, and not criticize, we’d get
somewhere. Incidentally, hereafter
you walk to school.”
“I—what?”
“Y«u are to hit the trail afoot —he
said so.”
Alice gasped and turned pink.
“Never!” she cried. “First it’s
prunes, and then it’s pedestrianism.
I tell you, I’ll not stand it, Connie.
I’ll—l’ll tear up all his papers. I’ll
wreck his office!”
“Nonsepse,” said Constance!
“That’s foolishness.”
“Well, we have to fight the devil
with fire, you know.”
“Perhaps—when the devil will
fight. But what are you going to do
when he simply won’t? What chance
is there when he just sits and looks
at you and then makes the most in
sulting remark in a perfectly calm
voice? If he would only .get mad, and
ran t —and swear—that would be
something! It would be a beginning
anyhow. But, as it is, you might as
' well go out and call names at one oi
the statues in the park. The statue
would still be there when you were
speechless.”
Alice arose and—strolled to the
window. Presently she turned and
said*
"Here comes Billy, now. We’ll
get him up here and see if he has
thought of anything.”
Constance shook her head idly.
She was not optimistic as to Billy’s
thinking. She rather feared that if
the E. E. incubus was to be removed,
the thinking would have to be done
in her own head.
It was not the magnitude of the
problem that daunted her; it was the
elusiveness of it. There seemed to be
no place of begining. H. Hedge
had settled himself upon the house
hold like a giant kraken; his ten
tacles were everywhere and it
seemed perfectly useless to try cut
ting an odd one here and there. Be
sides, as yet she possessed no
weapon.
Billy Brooke found his sisters in
mood silence.
"How'd you make out, Connie?”
he demanded.
“At least as well as you did, be
fore you ran away.”
“Oh, come. There wasn’t any use
of my staying. Why, I’d have only
batted him one, if I had.”
Constance regarded her brother
with a faint smile, the significance
of which he was quick to appreciate.
“Oh, you needn’t do that,” he
growled. “I tell you Connie, I was
getting ready to paste him. He knew
it, too; another minute and—”
“It’s too bad you were so busy you
couldn’t wait another minute.”
Billy snorted.
“Think I’m afraid of him ’eh?”
“No, indeed,” said Constance, with
ironical emphasis. “I’m sure he
never threatened you—”
“He’d better not!”
—“with anything except work.”
William W. Brooke flushed a deep
red.
“Work!” he blurted. “What do
you think of that, Alice? He thinks
he’s going to make me work!”
“Well, I have to go to school.”
said Alice
don’t see why yon shouldn’t work
or run for Congress, or do something
to fill your time.
Billy stride the length es the room
.and back again, scowling,
“Well, anyhow,” he said, “I’ve
doped out the proper scheme and
I’m going to see about it today."
The sisters looked interested; yet
' Constance was cautious.
| “We’ll go to Uncles Roscoe. He’ll I
I fix it. He’ll do anything for you I
i Connie.”
Alice pounded a fist into her palm
and nodded emphatic approval.
“The very thing!” she cried. “Un
cle Ros will come down here and run
i the whole shebang, if we want him
’ to. And he’s some uncle.”
Constance shook her head.
i "Well, what’s the matter?” de
jmanded Billy.
“We are not going to Uncle RosJ
coe,” she said firmly. “You are not!
even to think of it, Billy.”.
“Why not? Wouldn’t do it?”
“Perhaps; yes, probably— if he
could. That’s not the point, though.
We are not going to Uncle Roscoe, or
anybody. This our affair.”
“Maybe. But suppose we’re not
able to tackle it?”
“It’s still our affair, just the
same,” declared Constance gromly. ‘
“But what’s the objection to call-.
ing in help, particularly when it’s'
all in the family?” queried Alice. I
“Pride! That’s reason enough.” j
“Well, I don’t see that dolling our
selves up in pride is going to get us
anything,” said Billy grouchily.
“It may not get us anything,” re
marked Constance, “but we still
have our pride. I don’t propose to let
go of mine, at any rate. Why, think
of it! Do you want to make us a
laughing stock of all our relatives
and friends? Do you suppose we’ll
get any sympathy? Granted that
Uncle Roscoe might help us out—
wouldn’t he be splitting his sides all
the time he was doing it? Not for
me!”
Constance stood up and made a
vived gesture with both arms.
“Are we going to advertise what
has happened to us? Heaven knows
it"may come out anyhow, in spite of
us. That’s bad enough. Do you real
ize what would happen if the news
papers got hold of this? Have you
thought of that?”
Alice looked startled.
“I don’t propose to be laughed at, |
if I can help it,” declared Constance ■
her voice rising. “Besides, this is I
our business and nobody else’s I’m I
not going to trot around looking for
comfort on the outside. If we can’t
handle this thing ourselves, then we
deserve what we’re getting. So far
as I’ve ever heard, the Brookes al
ways fought their own battles.”
Constance was a very fair represen
tative of Brooke going into combat.
Her eyes were snapping and there
was a tilt to her chin.
“No, sir, Billy Brooke,” looking
her brother squarely in the eye.
“You don’t go to Uncle Roscoe with
this, or anybody else. And, if there’s
any way to help it, you’re not to let
people find out about i.”
He shrugged his substantial shoul
ders and looked despairingly at Alice
“I suppose we’re to stand for any
thing then,” he grumbled.
■ “Not necessarily,” said Constance.
“I haven’t quit, anyhow. I’ll admit
I can’t see the way out-—yet. But
that doesn’t mean that I won’t find
one—or you, or Alice. Heavens!
What do we have brains for?”
“So we can get a headache,”
drawled Alice. "I’m tired of think
irig about it already.”
Constance ignored the remark.
“Let’s all put our minds to it and
get together on it tonight, of we
can,” she concluded. “It’s a pity if
we can’t do something. And mean
time, mind you, Billy—and Alice—
not a word to anybody, even the
servants—except perhaps, Horace.”
The Brooke butler was occasional
ly consulted in hisfcxtra capacity as
an oracle.
“Oh, all right*” sighed Billy. By
the way, Connie,, you’re sure you
haven’t got a ten-spot?”
“I’ve got less than three dollars.”
“How about you, Alice?”
“I’m flat.” Then she brightened..
“Why, this is allowance day!”
“Gee whiz! That’s right; I for
got. But say—”
Billy stopped short and regarded
his sisters -with an expression of
dreadful doubt.
“Do we—do we—”
His voice sounded hollow and fal
tered again.
To Be Continued)
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