The Alaska citizen., 1911-06-05
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 sellated floor to the nearest wicket in the polished brass grating. The wan wisp of a clerk raised his tired uninteresrcd gaze from his books; as he met this redheaded person face 70 face he smiled. They al ways did: that was one of Jim War. rsu's political assets.
 Hello" Jim Warren greeted cheerily. Is President Chisholm here?"
 Yes. sir; hu' just al ,he moment hes engaged replied the clerk. Perhaps the eashicr or lis assist ant
 No. it's 6 personal ma ter. Jim Warren interrupted I've 2 letter of introduction to him Please tell him I'm here Jim Warren. of Warbur, in
 The clerk nodded and summoned a page who took the message and vanished in the labyrinth corridors.
 MT Chisholm will see you in ten minutes. sir" he reported on his re turn.
 All right. sonny"
 Day by day al a given time the picture in the outer office of q bank i, always the same. There's the spec ial officer leaning bulkily against pillar with the weight of the world n his brew; a fat W oman at small table drawing check and making hard job Of it.; nervous. bald hea led man irving tO negotiate note for seven hundred and thirty eight dollars said note being unin- dorsed: four or five heterogeneous persons lined up in front of the pay ing jeller's window. and here and there was some one waiting.
 In this instance there We're two persons waiting-Iim Warren and rirl-a pretty girl. distractingly pretty girl Jim Warren glanced at her because she was pretty, and hi, gaze finger because vague impression that he had seen her somewhere before There was some thing oddly familiar in her graceful slendernesS. in the tilt of her head. in the set of her Srraigh, shoulders. The girl glanced al him quite casu- ally and fer an instant their eyes met. Somewhere at some time he had seen her before.
 Enter the dog; just plain dog with q leg on each cgrner and tail al the far end; spotted dog. with his wanton hide tucked full of reck- less deviltry He had followed a customer into the bank and. having nothing better 10 do. decided to make friends with this redheaded man Jim Warren snapped his fin gers; The dug crouchod playfully and parked.
 None of that. young tellOW' Jlm Warren warned. That big man over ;here with all that uniform on will get your number,
 "Woof," said the dog.
 Given che dog. one redheaded young man and distraclingly pre1- " girl ten feet away. il was inevl- table that something should happen Something did. The distractingly pretty girl began it by dropping a glove Jim Warren stepped forward 70 restore it. The dog, quick to see the opportunity for game. beat Jim 10 il. In just eight sec onds. the dog. with the glove dang ling from his mouth. was all over the shop. with Jim Warren in hot pursuit. The bulky special officer looked on heavily.
 "Goodncss," said rhc distractinsly pretty girl.
 "Contound you," said Jim Warren. Come here and I'll kick all the spots of yOu'"
 This is bully" said the dog.
 And there they went Patiently and systematically Jim Warren che yied the dog around the office. A dozen times he stretched out hand and grasped-the air. Finally he stopped and glanced helplessly al the distractingly pretty girl. She smiled; he grinned.
 Don't trouble yourself. she pro tested It doesn't matter, really"
 "l'n get it." Jim Warren declared. Come here you brute,'
 'Woof,"
 Nice doggie, Bring it here."
 "Woof, Woof."
 Scolding, coaXing. threatenlngs, beggings they all came to the same. Finally the special officer deigned 10 unbend his bulk and join in the chase. Attacked in the rear the dog whirled. At that psychologi- cal instant Jim Warren's fingers closed on his tail and the game was ever
 The distpactingly pretty girl was smiling when he returned the glove to her.
 Thank you so much" she said.
 I'm afraid he's ruined it." Jim Warren apologized. Hes mischiev- ous little
 He stopped suddenly and stared at the watch on her bosOm-a tiny, fragile trinket When he looked up her eyes were fixed on his. He had seen her before, but-where? When? How? As he looked it occurred to him there was something of his own perplexty in her face.
 Tt doesn't matter. really, she was saylng. It's too bad you should have put yourself 10 so much trou- ble"
 No trouble at all" he replied Va cantly. Again his eyes travelled to the watch on her bosom. "l beg your pardon" he said hastily.
 Seemingly oblivious of his embar- rassment, the girl smiled again and the incident closed. The uniformed page spoke to him.
 MT Chisholm will see you now, sir
 Jim Warren was just about to pass through the door into the presidents private suite when he met a man coming out - snug,
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