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Page 2 THE WILLAMINA TIMES Wtî.î.î.AMtw A OREGON •.'•ïs? 4 .*»• THURSDAY. AUGUST 21. 1947 S t e a m C le a n in g C a rs - T ru c k s - T ra c to rs ¿4M j& N D A L C ^ SYNOPSIS The loss of iheir family fortune Is ac cepted stoically by ihc Bristol family. Including Professor Bristol. Invalid a r cheologist; his daughter. Rosemary, and Simmons, a fam ily “ fixture.'* The only property salvaged Is Peppertree Inn. a Southern California hotel, now being managed temporarily by Bob Elliot, an avocado grower. To settle their di lemma. the Bristols move to California to operate the inn. with Kent Standish. Rosemary's childhood sweetheart, plan ning to follow later and thus prove his business ability by managing the enter prise. They are elated at first sight of the Inn but disturbed by the appalling larh of service. CHAPTER V "Manager? There isn't any man ager to this inn at least not till Kent gets here.” "Who’s Kent?” “The new manager of Peppertree Inn.” she said firmly. Ellen looked confused. "I knew Bob had sent for a new manager but I don’t see how that ties up with anyone you know by the name of Kent. Bob is the manager here, truly. He doesn’t like it, he calls up his father every evening and says he doesn't see how he can possibly stand the place another day but he keeps staying on. I suppose it’s his sense of duty,” she sighed. The slim girl opposite her stiff ened. “ Why should he feel any duty toward this inn? He doesn’t own it." "No,” laughed Ellen. "He wouldn't have it as a gift, he says.” “Oh! I loathe your Bob.” “ He's not mv Bob, but go right on T II have a hot bath und slip into something loose and warm ,’’ she meditated. “ After dinner. I’ll write Kent— a long letter.” She carried out this program as fai as the bath and dinner were con cerned; but hardly had she un screwed her fountain pen when there was a knock at the door. Come in!” she called, then looked up in surprise as a tall young man entered. "Good evening! I’m Bob Elliot, and I can’t begin to tell you how sorry I am the mistake was made in your wire.'* “ Mistake? What m istake?” "You said Thursday in your wire,’’ he told her kindly. “This is only Tuesday. That's why I wasn't there to meet your train." “ I did not sav Thursday! I dis tinctly said Tuesday. If it said Thursday, it was a mistake at the telegraph office " He spoke in soothing tones. "Un doubtedly, undoubtedly. They do sometimes make mistakes, though not often. I hope your father is comfortable now—resting, and ev erything?” “ Thank you.” "Is there anything I can do for him tonight? Or for you?" “ Nothing, thank you.” “Then I’ll say good night and let you get some rest. If your father feels equal to a business talk to morrow. I can come in at any tim e.” “ If it’s business that concerns the inn. I’m the one to talk to. Dad doesn’t know a thing about running it.” "And you do?” he asked, sur prised. “ Nothing. But then I don't really need to, do I? I mean, you didn't know about managing it either when you took on this job.” He grinned. “ Ellen Carter said you’d gone to inspect some avocado groves, your groves. That wasn't business for the inn." “ Ellen was mistaken. I went to get some avocados from my grove for use in the inn At wholesale prices, too.” he added. “If there’s nothing more tonight—” “ Nothing, thank you. I'm really greatly obliged to you, Mr. Elliot, for helping out aa—as much as you did I’ll look after the inn myself tomorrow.” "Very well,” he replied huffily, and laid his hand on the doorknob. Then he relented. "Better keep me on till you’ve got the hang of things. This inn's a little difficult to run ” "Why is it?” “ Bob? I don’t even know where Hal is!” Rosemary said bewil- deredly. The girl laughed. “ He’s usually in the kitchen, isn’t he? At least that’s where Bob finds him. You’re new, aren’t you? Come on the aft ernoon train, or by m otor?" “Train. And we were to have been met. 1 wired ahead for a wheel chair but no one cam e.” “Oh, that's too bad! Bringing an invalid out here? Why didn't Bob—” Rosemary said with a touch of temper: “I don't know who Bob is. Is he supposed to be here? Isn’t someone supposed to stay in the of fice? I telephoned from the station but nobody answered.” “That’s right. I’d forgotten. Bob had to drive out to one of his groves this afternoon.” “ Groves?” “Avocados. He grows 'em .” “ I’ve no possible objection,” Rose mary told her, “ but what’s it got to do with answering the telephone?” “ Poor dear, you’re tired, aren’t you, ar.d worried about somebody Sit down and I’ll find Hal. Would 1 you like a cup of tea?” “ No, thank you; and I didn’t mean to sound cross. It’s only that my father’s waiting at the station and he’s been ill. He's worn out from the trip and—” “Say no m ore!” Miss Darkeyes adjured her, and vanished through a door at the back. In an incredibly short time a little procession made “ I wired ahead for a w heel chair, its way through that same door. First came a lanky youth who gal but no one cam e.” loped straight to the telephone with loathing him. I'll feel ever so much out a glance at her. He dialed a safer. Why are you so interested in number, spoke hastily into the in the inn, by the way—if you don’t strument, listened and vanished mind telling m e?” again. Then came a fat, red-faced “ I own it,” said Rosemary calm woman carrying a tray. Behind her ly. “That is, my father does, which was a small boy in a bell-hop’s uni is the same thing.” form. “ Good gracious! Are you the girl “ Now, dearie, drink this,” begged who’s been writing those letters to the red-faced woman. “ Don’t bother the Judge?” your mind about anything. Hal’s “ What letters?” gone for a taxi—it’s just down the “ Oh—just letters. Business let street aways—and Tim here’ll get ters, I expect. Bob just happened Varied Problems the chair ready, and everything will to mention them .” Reset Innkeeper be fine. Miss Ellen, you see I “ Why should this Bob know about “ I don’t know; maybe it isn’t usu brought two cups.” my letters, business or otherwise? ally. Maybe it's just because things Who is this Bob, anyway—besides Ellen Relates being a self-appointed m anager of have been running down since Rich ards left The clerk’s sick, as you the inn?” History of Inn “ Self-appointed! My word! Don’t probably know. I fired the house “ I see you did, bless you! This ever let him hear you call him that keeper.” “ Why?” is Hetty Bunce,” explained the girl, if you want to live out your fair "She was no good. She bullied’the sitting down by the little table Tim young life! He’s Bob Elliot. The had drawn up. “She’s supposed to Judge’s son, you know But you guests and let the servants bully her. be the cook here—and a mighty good don’t know, of course. Relax, my You have to do it the other way one she is, too! dear, and I’ll tell you though even around it you want to be a success Mrs. Bunce nodded and smiled yet I don’t see why you’re interest ful housekeeper—manager, for that and disappeared in her turn, leav ed. In who manages the inn, I m atter.” I can hire a new housekeep« r. ing the two girls alone together. m ean.” She hurried on as Rose Is “ the clerk too sick to come back ” “ I ’m Rosemary Bristol of Phila mary stirred restlessly. “ Judge “ I hope so! I m ean—he’s no g .od delphia. As I told you, my father’s Elliot helped poor Richards sell the either.” at the station with Simmons who inn—you know about Richards?” “ Yes? Who else shall I fi e?” takes care of him.” “ Yes, and I know about the Judge, “ Nobody—after you get rid ot me. “ I ’m Ellen Carter, but everyone too. What I don't know is where But I warn you—after me, th< del calls me Len, for some reason. I this Bob comes in.” uge!” live here—at the inn, I m ean.” “The manager ran away with “ Meaning—?” “ By yourself? I mean—” some money—” Shall we sit down?” he inquired The other girl smiled. “ By my “ I know that, too.” affably. “ It’s a long story Thank self That’s really why I’m living you. Well, there’s Mrs. Halverson, at the inn. My aunt died a month Rosemary Meets for instance. When I first took over ago and I closed up the house and here, she had an average of seven came here. I haven’t any family.” Rob in Person “Shall you stay here permanent “ Well, if you know that you ought teen tantrums a day. Now I’ve got ly?” to know why Bob is here. Some her down to five with rosy prospects “That depends on Bob Eliot’s re one had to manage the place. The of two or even none ” “Tantrums over what?” sistance.” Ellen took another sand Judge felt responsible, of course. So “Oh, the rain, or lack of it; the wich and bit into it. “ You haven’t he talked Bob into helping out till sound of the ocean; the table deco met Bob? No, of course not. He’s they could get somebody else.” a darling and a dear and he can’t Rosemary’s lips parted but be rations; the maid service; the cause be bothered with girls. I’m trying fore she could ask the question didn’t m atter.” “ Tell me more of an innkeeper’s to broaden his point of view. I do which trembled on them, Simmons hope you won’t fall in love with appeared wheeling the Professor and problems.” “Children," he said promptly. “ I him .” followed by the taxi driver and Tim “I hope so, too. It would sort of both laden with bags. Simmons was used to believe along with most men j m ess up things for quite a few of in no mood for conversation, it that I loved the little dears but that was before I tried to manage a us, seeing I’m engaged to a man seemed. back home.” “ We’re tired and want to get to hotel. Morning, noon and night they Ellen held out a slender hand. bed at once,” he said severely. get in my hair,” he finished sim “ Shake! You take a load off my “ Miss Rosemary, if you’ll have ply. “ In what way?” mind, I do assure you. I’ve been somebody show us to our rooms “ In all ways; ways I’d nevet even worrying for fear Bob might like right away—” thought of There’s a pair of bright your hair.” “ Yes, of course. Dad must get “What about your hair? I think to bed at once. The only thing is I lads in the north wing. They must be all of six years old. Brothers but it’s beautiful. Doesn’t Bob?” don’t know just what rooms—” not twins. I don’t know how they “If he does, he keeps it to him “Any rooms will do for the pres self,” Ellen remarked sadly. “ I ent,” the Professor assured her. “ On manage it. This morning before might as well be bald-headed for all the ground floor, of course, unless breakfast they slipped into the din ing-room and put baking soda in all Bob Elliot notices. About all he ever there’s an elevator.” says to me is: ’Len, for the love of “There isn’t,” Ellen assured them. the sugar bowls They said they Mike, can’t you find anywhere to “ Tim, go call Hetty Bunce. She’ll wanted to watch it fizz on the grape fruit. I don’t know where they park except in front of my desk?’ ” know which rooms are ready.” “His desk? Where—” An hour later Rosemary sank learned about it, but we certainly “Over there; behind the railing. down into a chair in the room which had a hilarious time for about ten He’s the manager of this inn, you separated her father’s bedroom minutes or so.” “ Did you spank ’em ?” know.” from her own. 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