Akron daily Democrat. [volume] (Akron, Ohio) 1892-1902, 1899-05-05

3 "J "u"t 10 tOHUVU; SitC StUt JtHty.
! ly at her, Il would Just as soon not see
your references. | know too we'll the
lies one tells when one wants to pass
some one on to ones friends. l know
too we'll what they are worth. Your
last employer died, You tell me-
But it mightn't he true, - she fall
tered. Il would really rather"-
/ DO you want character with me %
he broke in.
But everybody knows you. she
cried ingenuously. Everybody has
read Your books.
Il wish they did. ] should make a
/ decent income then. No, no, Mrs. Con-
way. / know what am and what I'm
not. ! know my own limitations and
exactly what am capable Of. It's my
business to read character. You may
not suit me as a secretary, but only
time can show and prove that So far
as you yourself are concerned. honesty
is the dominant note of Your life. -
Mary could not help starting. Alan
Stacey continued: lyon give yourself
away continually because you cannot
conceal your real feelings. In sense
you are bad for yourself because you
cannot dissemble. You couldn't tell
downright lie if you tried, and you are
so honest that you wouldn't try
81 do hate lies, said Mary in tone
. as if such fact We're rather to ner
detriment than otherwise.
Let me look at your hand. Yes; it
is capable-precise, upright and highly
nervous. We shall be able to work to-
gethe: very well, am certain. At all
events, let ms try tomorrow morning"
-''Mr. Stacey" said Mary, rising as
she spoke, Il will do my very best.
I'VE shall get on splendidly, his re-
piled, holding out his hand Il am do
ing particularly difficult piece of work
just now, Il most difficult subject, in
which the handling is everything, the
whole difference between success and
failure l was writing with my fist
yes doubled mp so in despair when
my servant told me you were here.
Look at this spreading out his hand
and showing an angry swollen red ridge
OF muscle which rose between the first
and second fingers and extended beyond
the wrist. That means the intensest
and most exquisite agony. 1t seems to
disappear above the wrist and to rise
again in the underside of the arm,
from where it runs in a rope of pain to
the very armpit." 3"
cit must be horrible, said Mary.
Are you working now?''
Il was when you came.
why don't you let me begin right
away, sir?'' she ventured to say.
He looked at her again with the same
quick, alert glance as before. Don't
call me sir. he said, half amused
and half irritable.
Il always called Mr. Desmond 30.
she said meekly.
He had an office and lot of clerks
that was different. ] don t require that
kind of thing. One sir would upset
me fora morning. Come into my study.
/ like you for tackling the work straight
away. Well try how it goes.
Mary followed him into the study,
long low ceiled room with many books,
few pictures, some guns, fishing rods,
golf clubs, two luxurious sofa lounges
and half a dozen capacious chairs. A
rough terrier dog lay before the open
window and big Angora cat, brindied
like bulldog, was in possession of Il
fur rug before the empty fireplace. 1t
was revelation to Mary Conway-she
had never seen snch room in all her
life before.
She established herself at table and
they began. She was amazed at the
ease and rapidity with which Alan
Stacey poured out his story, taking it
up at the last written word and spin
ming it out in the most vivid and inter
esting way, almost indeed, acting it all.
SO for nearly two hours they worked
without hitch, until the servant came
to say that luncheon was served. Alan
Stacey drew long breath and rose to
his feet.
Come to lunch, he said. Il used
to have ideas about not interrupting
the flow of genius-but take my meals !
at regular times ncw-it pays better |
all round. Do you think you've got all
that - i.
Il think So said Mary. ''If you
will allow me, ! will transcribe it after /
lunch SO that you can see for yourself. p"
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In China.
:Our treasury - said the chief finan-