The Fire Flingers

Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: CHAPTER III ROAST BEEF IN THE KITCHEN THE Olwell residence, on the opposite side of town from the Olwell Press, stood back in its lawns so far that it had the effect of standing in a park. Three of the larger oaks had come to the place from the original forest that once covered the site of Borealis. The...
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Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: CHAPTER III ROAST BEEF IN THE KITCHEN THE Olwell residence, on the opposite side of town from the Olwell Press, stood back in its lawns so far that it had the effect of standing in a park. Three of the larger oaks had come to the place from the original forest that once covered the site of Borealis. The other trees, although natives, were younger sons; they had sprung up since the deforestation. South of the house was a garden for flowers. An old- fashioned barn, occupied now only by a Guernsey cow, stood in the rear, with a connected run for chickens, in which a tribe of shag-legged Cochins shuffled about during scratching hours. Behind the barn, flanked chiefly by somewhat broken boxwood hedges, ran an alley. There was no garage; for although Olwell owned a car he preferred to keep it in the garage near his place of business. Winifred Olwell, his wife, also had the use of a car, but her car was a street car. Olwell sometimes dined at home, sometimes not, according to his humor. Sometimes he was earlv, sometimes late. If he had thought he could inconvenience his wife by his tardiness he would always have been late. But they no longer 1 dined together. The only person he inconvenienced was Ellen. There was indeed, one other; when he was late he inconvenienced himself. On this Monday night Winifred Olwell remained in her study until she was sure her husband would not be home for dinner; then she came down to the dining-room to have Ellen clear the table. Mr. Olwell must have been detained at the office, she said. I think you need not wait longer for him. Ellen, who had come to the house with her mistress, curled her cherry-red lips in scorn. Ellen was twenty-three, but she had not lived five years in Borealis for nothing. He's probably dining at Bremmer...