The Redwood gazette. [volume] (Redwood Falls, Minn.) 1873-1940, 1905-04-26
BRADFORD,S
CONVERSION
By CECILY ALLEN
Copyright, 1901 by K. 4. whitehead

AeT, read the GIRL heS1tat1ng before
the door. She extracted tiny newspa.
per clipping from her purse and re
read it:
Wanted-A stenographer: male prefer
red. 10 Exchange place. g. B.
With trepidation she opened the door
and entered small, unprepossessing
Office room.
Good morning" said Bradford, ris-
ing and then sitting down abruptly
Business was business
"Mr. Bradford? 2" asked the girl, hand
ing him the clipping. This is your
advertisement believe"
81 had in mind young man." be-
gan Bradford, obviously Ill at ease
He had never associated with women,
either socially or in business. In the
latter capacity he had strongly disap-
proved of the sex; in the former-well,
he was determined to make money first
and love afterward
Eyes, male preferred is stated in
your advertisement" acknowledged the
girl, ''but | wanted position, my first
one, very much, and-well, I've come
to see if fate will be kind"
1t was just like a girl to introduce
such filmy, uncertain elements as fate
into business! And yet Bradford was
not so prejudiced as he had been ten
minutes before. He fancied the dingy
office was brighter already. Then there
was aDofhor oopSfd ORC tion- yvoTaon do
manded smaller remuneration for their
work, and this was still matter Of
moment with Bradford.
''This-er-you say is your first posi-
tion?" ventured Bradford, admitting
unconsciously that the place was hers
already.
The girl saw this, but was too tact
full to give evidence of the fact YES"
she said. II have just finished my
course in stenography"
Bradford liked her soft, well modu-
lated voice. 1t would sound we'll to
his customers over the phone. A mans
voice would not sound half so well.
''Of1ce work is confining," he sug-
gested by way of discouraging her.
Eyes; but when a woman has to
make her way in the world she puts
on a smile and faces the worst" she
replied, with just a suspicion of an
accent on the last word and with an
undeniably roguish twinkle in her eyes.
She could not quite cast aside the man.
ner that had been her charm In the
old life. Family fortunes may take
wings and fly, but innate coquetry is
not to be sti1ed by mere financial de-
preston.
Bradford could not deny that her
smile had individuality. He wonder
ed why the women he had been forced
to meet had never smiled in just that
way. He never knew why, but he
suddenly wished the office were clean
er. He would certainly speak to the
woman who scrubbed and busted in the
building
d-about-about salary? p he ask
ed awkwardly. 1t was all rot-this
women in business idea. They had no
right there. He would have a man.
He felt like a cad talking to woman
about salary. What did she know Of
Of business?
II believe it is the employers pre-
rogative to name the salary" said the
girl simply.
Bradford, after searching hopelessly
in his mind for combination of words
and figures in which to adjust the
financial end of tie transaction, named
the amount which he had had in mind
when inserting the lad"
That will do very nicely" said the
GIRL rising. After all, this business
life was not so hard; men were not so
heartless.
And your nameP' asked Bradford.
Henderson - Marjorie Henderson"
she said, smiling.
"And when will you Gomez" Brad
ford surprised himself at the way in
which he let her suit her own con
venience.
That, too, is your prerogative," she
replied, an odd little expression of def
erence in her eyes.
Tomorrow? Is that too soonY' He
had not expected to have his stenog-
rapher until the following week, but
after ALL no doubt the sooner he had
one the sooner his business letters
would commence to bring good re-
suits.
VERY well, tomorrow. And at what
hourT This man had not told her
anything Of his demands upon his en-
ployees. She had fancied herself de-
parting with list OF rules page long,
to all of which she must adhere rigidly.
"Oh, about $780," he said. He had
decided when he had inserted the adj
vertisement that he would get to busi-
ness earlier and have his stenographer
there with him. Butch, well, women
should not have to get down too soon.
It was hard on them.
Il will be here at that hour, Mr..
Bradford, thank you" And she closed
the door.
Alone, Bradford lit cigar and lean
ed back in his desk chair. What had
he done? He had engaged woman, a
girl, as stenographer! She would al