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THE WILLAMINA TIMES Wtî.î.î.AMtw A OREGON
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THURSDAY. AUGUST 21. 1947
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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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