Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1907-06-16
The Road to Glory

with it on the desk blotter. "One often gets
such wrong ideas. | thought, of course, you
would be with your friends"
Pm afraid | have no friends in New York
except the girls in the Office here, and their
interest appeared to fade a bit when they
heard that my automobile and my jewels were
only pipe dreams of the press agent. They
seemed glad enough to go home at six O'Clock
when l told them still used the street cars:
But they re all rght-atter all, it's pretty good
to have a home to go to-.
But can't imagine all those girls homes
are SO attractive as that" interrupted the
Junior Partner.
No, you can't imagine and they can t
imagine what the same four walls and the same
faces and the same little welcome means every
evening at the same hour. | know it mOnOto-
nous enough, all right; but III tell You what
it stands for to grit stands for kind Of
protection If wise guy of hotel clerk with
grin on his face gave You a key to a new
home every night, or at most once week,
that same nonotonv would get to seem pretty
good" The girl tossed the pen on the desk
and looked squarely into the face of the Junior
Partner.
DO You know the best hour Of the day to
ne-nOw?'
Grey shook his head, and slowly folded his
arms.
IN tell you-its six o'clock, when the
whistles blow; because wherever | am, what
ever city or any old one night stand happen
to be in, | know that all over the town there
down their desks and putting their hats
and going Monochrome When they're at
work. I'm either in room in a raw hotel or
walking the main street and being pointed out
as one of the troupe and when night comes
around | am at work with rouge on my face
irving to amuse these same people. And | II
tell you, Mr.. Grey, even if a girl succeeds,
these same hours go for the woman star
well as the girl in the back row. And the next
time you see your lady friend in the mauve
dress you might tell her all this too. 1t will
take longer to say than that You put me in the
business; but it's just as true and it will
make conversation"
Miss Lorele rose from her seat at the desk
and crossing the room, stopped in front OF the
looking glass over the fireplace and carefully
adjusted her hat. Reflected in the mirror, she
saw the good looking features of Grey smiling
quizzically at her from across the room.
And oh, Mr.. Grey" she said, patting her
hair at the temples and smiling at the reflec-
ton in the glass, do thank the lady in mauve
for wanting me to come to supper. 1t does
seem queer that the man who wouldn't ask
me was the same one who lifted me out of the
clerking game and who put me in the show
business" She turned and held out her hand
to him Good by, Mr.. Grey-l'm going out
side to wait for Wilson. want to see him
when he makes his round"
The Junior Partner took the girls hand in
both Of his I'm sorry" he said,-"v very,
very sorry if l made mistake. I'm sure you
will admit that | meant we'll
Meant well? Why of course you meant
WE'LL" With her free hand the girl carefully
brushed a speck from the lapel of the coat of
the Junior Partner. But, say, honest for
fair, don't you find that most of the trouble
in this world comes from the people who mean
well,-I mean the self appointed understudies
for the general manager Of the universe: And
now if you'll kindly let me have that hand
back, which l need in my business, III say
good by"
And with these words the pale, smiling face
and the salmon pink dress of Miss Lorelle
passed forever out of the social life of the
Junior Partner.