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The day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, June 10, 1913, Image 19

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this afternoon. I've spent fifty dol
lars on you and lost my best cus
tomer Miss Jones,"
"Oh, very well, if you look on it
that way," replied the young man
curtly, and turned on his heel. Gal
braith, Bniffing, went back into the
office of his hotel.
It must be confessed that Bessie
Moon was a remarkably beautiful
young woman. Though she had been
at the hotel only three days, she had
already won the masculine hearts,
and great had been the jealousies
when she was monopolized by the
handsome Arthur Allen on three suc
cessive evenings. While Mr. Gal
braith sat moodily before his desk,
wearing away the last vestiges of his
rage, the office door opened and Miss
Moon stepped in.
, "You may order a carriage for me
at half-past three," she said coolly.
"Why, certainly, Miss Moqn," re
plied the proprietor, rubbing his
hands. You contemplatevisiting the
renowned sulphur spring, of course?"
"No, I. contemplate visiting the .rail
road station," answered Miss Moon.
"Punderstand that you have men
tioned my name in a conversation
with my friend, Mr. Allen."
"I I " stammered Galbraith, and
before he had recovered his speech,
Miss Moon, instructing him to send
her bill up to her room, had left the
office.
She went away on the same train
as Mr. Allen, and the hotel grew very
lonely. On the morrow two sour
visaged spinsters packed up and left,
on the next day three young ladies
withdrew to 'Walt Smithers' place;
within a week Galbraith was cursing
his fate for the worst season that he
had had in years. At last,curiosjty
overcoming his pride he had his horse
saddled, and rode over the ten miles
of trail that separated his hotel from
his rival's. He dismounted and walk
ed into the office. The hotel looked
'mike an undertaker's shop. Galbraith
tightened,
"Morning, Smithers," he said, ex
tending- "-'3 hand cordially. "Seems
to me,' he continued, "that your
business is about as bad as mine this
year."
"What, your business bad, too"
shouted Smithers, exultantly.
"Never was worse,' 'answered the
other, "and I don't mind telling you,
Smithers, that I thought I'd got the
best of you. All's fair in trade, arid
I guesg there won't be any bad feel
ings if I admit that I hired a young
man to keep the ladies entertained.
I'd heard it was done, but this was
my first experience with the Summer
Hotel Improvement Society, and "
1'Wb.at!" shouted Smithers, leaping
up. You hired a young man from the
Summer Hotel Improvement So
ciety?" "Now, don't take it hard, Smith
ers," began the other soothingly. "He
wasn't "
"Take it hard!" roared Smithers.
"Why, I'm nearly bursting my sides
from laughing. I hired a young wo
man from them."
"A young woman!" exclaimed the
other.
Smithers snatched up a paper from
his desk.
"Listen," he said, and began read
ing: 'The Summer Hotel Improve
ment Society has listed your name as
that of a possible patron. We under
stand that Mr. Galbraithjaf the Sun
nyside jiotel, has hired a young man
to entertain his women guests. Hand
some, athletic, six feet tall, a regular
Adonis, good at swimming, good at
talking, good at dancing, sailing, flirt
ing, golfing, tennis, quoits, pool, skit
tles, bowling, and with a brand-new
stock of drawingroom stories. Posi
tive engagements guaranteed all cli
ents staying three days or over. "
"That's him," said Galbraith? bit
terly. "Well?"
" 'We offer you the services of a
young lady of superhuman beauty,
to stay at Galbraith's hotel and weatt
this Adoriis away from the other
guests, thereby spoiling his business
for the season. Our Miss Moon ' "
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