Bisbee daily review., 1911-04-08

 gan Smithers. and then. as if the real meaning of his employers insinuaticn had pierced some sensitive spot at last he added forcibly. But I wouldn't do such a thing. you know. Mir. Ord. beg Ging your pardon"
 You wouldn't. eh? How do you know you wouldn'tT"
 "I couldn't. sir" protested Smithers warmly. ''You see the plaster I'm wearing is aSbunion plaster. and couldn't get the securities'
 MT. ord raised fat fore6nger. "I didn't ask you for details regarding your personal ailments. Mir. Smithers-' he said icily. There was silence for few moments while his little eyes roamed from his three foot shelf o- wisdom to Smithers' now asitated countenance He pulled the ticker tape toward him and studied the fig ures as they slipped through his fn- gers. He had made rather fool Of himself and the |. D. bonds were as far from discovery as ever. Once more he turned to his clerk.
 Did you mention to anybody that those bonds were in the vaultT'
 Not soul knew of their presence there except yourself and me. sir
 Did you check over all the other securities in my boxY
 ''Yes. sir. and every other security in the vault" returned Smithers earnest ly. Begging your pardon. Mir. Ord, you might recollect that in every other instance of loss of papers. they were afterward found to have been mislsid either by Mir Carson or yourself"
 'Enoughr' said Ord sternly. ''I have no such recollection. young man. Now" pointing an accusing finger in the face of his uncomfortable clerk. he continued with measured accents, those bonds bore a date stamp im- pressed with purple ink How did purple ink come to be on your hands and face. Mir. Smithers?" Mir Ord shot a glance at his bookshelf and then his eyes came back to the face of his clerk.
 For the first time Smithers' face wrinkled into faint smile. q was as- sisting Miss Fem to adjust a new rib bon in her type machine" he said primly. Before I had time to remove these stains you called me"
 "Is it one of the duties of my chief clerk to assist the stenographers with such dutiesT' thundered MT. Ord fierce ly. ''What do I hire office boys for, ehY'
 In Mir. Smithers' opinion office boys were hired to loaf around the corri- dors and discuss baseball topics. He merely cracked another deprecating smile and did not answer the ques- ton.
 "Huhl I don't approve of eourting in the office, Mir Smithers," remarked Mr. Ord, his critical eye still on his employee's pink face. He pressed a button beside his desk. and the door opened promptly, admitting tall, slen- der girl whose black hair was twisted in the latest fashion and whose bright brown eyes seemed to take in every detail of the situation in one swift penetrating glance. Her gaze swept her employers desk and then came to attention at Mir Ord's curt accents
 'Sit down. Miss Fenn."
 She did so. Tapping open a notebook and poising her pencil
 "I don't wish to dictate. Have you seen or heard anything of the L. D. bonds since they were put in the vaults day before yesterday"
 Miss Fem nodded "why, yes. Mir. Ord. Don't you remember you sent me to the vault for them this morning after you talked with Mir. Hughes over the telephone? You were reading when came back, and you used the bonds as a bookmark as you closed the book to resume dictating. Why, there they srer' She picked up a red covered book from under his nose and removed several beautifully engraved certifi- cates from between the pages of ''The | Adventures of Sherlock Holmes" !" There was a sickly smile of eniighten- ment on Mir. o-d's face.
 "Thank you, Miss Fem; you nay ] 20 now" he said. with an effort When the door had closed behind her trim | figure MT. Ord recovered his self pos session. He picked his hat out of the 1 basket. placed 1t on his head, compared his watch with the clock. nodded ap- proval at the hour of 12 and drew the telephone receiver across the desk
 ~By the way. Smithers," he said gen iauv without turning his head. "I suppose if you're going to get married you'n need little more money. ehY'
 T really couldn't say that I'd thought about it. Mir. Ord" said the clerk meekly.
 Well. just tell the cashier to add another hundred to your salary. I'll O. K. 1t. Don't mention it. Hey: Gen. tral. Give me 33Ge Livingston Hellol Hughes & Carraway? An. Hughes; about that L. D. Now
 Smithers closed the door softly be hind him and paused in the tiny outer office where Bessie Fenn sat before her machine staring dreamily at
 blank sheet of paper on the roller. The young man leaned over until his breath famed her cheek Bessie" he whis- pered. "he's raised me another hun dred. I'm sure I can take care of your mother as well as you wIli you marry me soonT
 Bessie's nimble fingers trapped out three letters and an exclamation point and then on the fair blank sheet tsere appeared a. word written in purple let ters:
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