The leader. [volume] (Brookhaven, Miss.) 1895-1905, 1904-02-24
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manager. Thea suddenly compre.
Shendin Die. iaa q, 3 II the house,. lie
ssFinRsa passed y On d = to- &the last
.eo9m, where he found his stenog.
Sepher engaged in making a crock Of
.IApionade.s EoE,t ph the first warm
Sday. she had organiked a lemonade
Nand box and contributions thereto
Fhed been generous.
,SSsShe looked up expecting to see the
cashier, but when she saw the "un
Rpproachable boss" as the bookkeeper
ScaIled him, she was covered with mo
Insntary confusion. AS for AAlberts
Shhhself, he; had scarcely glanced At the
new stenographeresbefoEe During. the
Few times he had dictated letters to
her he had not beeRsconseiousse of what
SmRnner Of woman might be bending
over the notes, and at the close of the
Isdfctation he had aaWaysg Quickly
sSsalked away. Now hegY critically
SCANNED the dark, curling flashes, thu
delicate skin, the scarlet lips and the
sssbeAutiful eyes. .usyzsvzxyeszuvs;sse,r7zsx.z
&ysi'Would you not like a glass OF
Hienonade?" she asked, courteously, re
ssoyering her self-possession.g I =
S3SSHe would. 1t was very warm day
1A8Id he was thirsty.
S<7SiI know it's out of hours" he said
shlter finishing second glass Of the
5Tpfreshing drink, but could you take
5Ajletter nov, Miss" He failed to
sSIteall her name,
oh roo1;oI
into the pantry and she led the way
tie her Office.
Little wrinkles of mirth crept into
the corners of his eyes.
so, you work in the pantry! I'll
sit here in the window" he said, as
he looked about Tor a chair.
He mechanically di- lated the letter
while he kept his eyes and attention
riveted on the goIden-crowned head SC
daintily poised over the book. AS he
rose to leave the room little bunch
of spriRg blossoms on her desk caught
his eye and he found himself wonder.
ing whether the bookkeeper or cashier
had presented them.
The manager came down early to
the Office the next morning, but his
stenographer was already there; he
saw her gloves End parasol in the pan
try. He went into the kitchen and
CHANGING to looA out of the window
saw her bending over a fiowerbed,
lcosening the earth and removing
weeds. He was quickly at her side.
Let me do that he said, taking
the trowel from her. do you engage
in this kind of worl ofter?"
Ever since we came over here. |
discovered these fowerbeds and it
seemed a pity not to take care OF
them"
"There!" he said. presently rising.
az his is the first field work I've done
in years. You have gathered quite a
bouquet, | see.''
Yes; l have had one every morn
INK since we've been here"
Did the flowers on your desk yes
teTday come from these beds?'
YES" she replied, surprised at the
question.
While the manager was opening his
mali it suddenly occurred to him that
lie would like to know his stenog.
Ia)her's name. In a few moments
Campbell, the cashier, went into the
pantry.
Mae" he sad, here are the en-,
closures for the Dixon letter."
T'he manager scowled his displeas.
urc. Was she the kind of girl to let
men, especially men whom she met in
business, call her by her first name?
Presently he took his letters and
west to her desk He did not sit on
the window this time.
What do people call you when they
don't know you well enough to call
you by your first name?" he asked
Garcastically.
She looked up at him in surprise, a
transparent pink coming into her
cheeks at his caustic tones
"My name is Idae Nelson" she