{ title: 'Cardinal Points. (Plattsburgh, N.Y.) 1940-current, February 24, 1906, Page 1, Image 1', download_links: [ { link: 'http://www.loc.gov/rss/ndnp/ndnp.xml', label: 'application/rss+xml', meta: 'News about NYS Historic Newspapers - RSS Feed', }, { link: '/lccn/np00010003/1906-02-24/ed-1/seq-1/png/', label: 'image/png', meta: '', }, { link: '/lccn/np00010003/1906-02-24/ed-1/seq-1.pdf', label: 'application/pdf', meta: '', }, { link: '/lccn/np00010003/1906-02-24/ed-1/seq-1/ocr.xml', label: 'application/xml', meta: '', }, { link: '/lccn/np00010003/1906-02-24/ed-1/seq-1/ocr.txt', label: 'text/plain', meta: '', }, ] }
Image provided by: Northern NY Library Network
THE CARDINAL VOL. I PLATTSBURGH, N. Y., FEBKUAKY 24, 1906 No. 2 LITERARY WHICH WON THE DAY? T HE trouble in the telephone office was a week olid, and as yet, no relief was im< sight. It was on'.'y a small, third class, country office, and required but three people to manage it, a girl for day operat- ing, a mam for trouble hunting, aimd a boy who slept back of the switch baaind at night and wias supposed, to answer tihe rare calls that came in between seven in the evening ami eigihit in the morning. Marjorie- White, the girl, knew how to operate. Philip Martin, the trouble man knew this and admitted the fact grudgingly, because it only made him moirei miserable. Because she COUuldl manage the place so well, repair the switcfli board, and keep the others gooidi natured, was no reason why sihe should try to boss Culm too,—-not in every thing. He was not going .into amy stuffy old back office, or front office either if he knew it. He likeldi out of doors, and 'he was going to stay out of 'doors. Be- cause he graduated from a Normal sclhooi and could spell, was no ireason wlhy he should ctrampi his chest, and: put on gflasses over dusty old ledgers. He idlid not call that a better joib and he was not going to take it either. And the house it was all ready—such a idlear little place, and the date all set! Oh my, she ought to be ashaimed of herself, contrary thing. He scowled over at her, as she sat easily In the chair before tne switch: board. Wasn't she pretty with that red hair, amid those large gray eyes? He groaned as he thought of her contrariness, then arost, and stormieii out of the room, slamming every door cm his way. Marjorie laughed, and then she signed. \He is so stubborn.. He just wiiilll mot see it my way,\ she complained to herself. \Though if he really likes this best, \why perhaps—hut mio sir, I will not give in. He must take that place. Such a- chance, itoo—or else, I will not (Bo it even if the house is ready, and the cards out. I just will not. Poor ifteSiloiwi, I suppose he thinks I'm awfully set and ugly. I am. I guess it hunts me more than it does him.\ She sighed again.
