Mrs. Grundy. (Tracy City, Tenn.) 1903-1930, 1911-04-20

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quietly she helped affairs along with
out seeming to intrude.
But quiet hint and yelled suggestion
seemed to be ineffective. In his blind,
masculine way Bleekman did not re-
alize that he was more than ever In
love with the girl. He really believed
that 1t was merely his desire to help
her over a tight place that caused
him to correct her letters and slip
them to Miss Mahoney to be properly
copied, and Miss Mahoney almost de-
SPARED of ever being able to bring
her employer to realization OF his
feelings.
1t was Daisy herself who brought
about the change. She was having
one of what Miss Mahoney mentally
termed her "scatterbrain days." days
when everything seemed to go wrong
and the keys of the machine and the
pot hooks in her stenographic book
fairly danced before her eyes. She
was still at the previous days work
when the call came for Miss Horton
in the private Office She hastily
gathered up her letters and. with
trembling limbs, went into the room
that now seemed to be torture
chamber An excess Of nervousness
possessed her. and in her eyes there
was the look of startled fawn.
Bleekman saw the appeal in her
glance and his own eyes made an
swer, but this Daisy could not see
since her own were downcast and she
scarcely dared raise them to her book
There is only one letter tonight"
said Horton with brisk kindness.
Just take that and type 1t in the
morning" ...
only onei" she echoed drearily.
Mr.. Bleekman. do you think that
ever shay be able to take as many
letters as Miss Mahoney?"
Miss Mahoney started in when she
was seventeen" he replied evasively.
But l have been here six months
now" she responded. ct is time
that l was able to handle all your
correspondence. don't think that I
ever shall be able to earn my living.
don't seem to get ahead at all"
You're doing better" insisted
Bleekman. as he took up the letters
she had brought in from the dicta-
ton of the day before. Now these
letters"
He paused abruptly as his eyes fell
on the topmost letter, and Daisy.
quickly apprehensive Of error, sprahg
to his side. Before he could control
his feelings and turn down the letter
with some passing remark, she had
seen what 1t was that had caught his
attention. The letter was addressed
to a corporation. 1t was begun
Dearest Jack" For moment
Bleekman looked grave and with
flaming cheeks Daisy snatched the
letter away only to disclose the fact
that the second was addressed the
same way.
"And who is Jack" demanded
Bleekman.
The pink in her cheeks turned to
vivid red, and the wave of color dyed
the fair skin, but she made no answer
and could only stand before him in
an agony OF embarrassment.
"Is 1t someone that you care forT'
asked Bleekman. do you care 30
much that you cannot put him out of
your mind in business hours?"
Daisy nodded assent and Bleekman
shrank back as though she had struck
him. Even at the moment, he won
dered that he should care so much,
but the next moment he knew why,
and in her eyes he read the answer
to his unspoken question, for her
mute appeal and the dumb agony in
her eyes told him that he was that
Dearest Jack" and he sprang to his
feet to draw her close in his arms.
Pm afraid that you will never be
Of use in an Office" he said, with a
happy laugh, but l want you very
much, little girl-do you want me too,
| dear?"
Daisy could not very we'll say yes
with his lips pressed against her own,
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