New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1913-05-04

words Of praise. Any other possibllity-not
one chance in ten thousand
The General Manager swung at last IN his
chair. Sit down, he said shortly.
Lindaucr sat, still with jaunty grace, but
eyes rowing to the desk and second clam
nv mist gathered under his collar.
Tossed high on the hcaving billow OF pa
pers. one thin sheet drew his fascinated gaze,
the big black letters jutting and irownng
like sulcn, protruding rocks, Confidential
Report
The Waist Buyer writhed uncontrollaby.
His long-sighted, shifting eyes dropped war
ily to the typewriter lines, drank them IN
as a laundering swimmer gaSps tor ar,
twitched with relief
Learn patient at Stony Void seven months;
reported discharged; leaves 6:35 Sunday p. NJ;
should arrive
Only some medical report an! Lindaucr
hcavcd back heavily on the cushions,
mopped his brow for the third time. and
still waited, with respectful ease.
Not one chance in twenty thousand. But
why the deuce
The General Managers eyes were quietly
surveying him. I've sent for you, In
daucr " the words Of congratulation halted
strangely ITO inquire" Could It still be
but no -"about that assistant Of yours,
said the General Manager.
"Ah-ycs." Lindaucr swung one patent.
leather over the other with fully restored
iauntincss. Miss Pcake
"IIow do YOU find herr" asked the Cen
cral Manager
well, now" judicially, I'm glad YOU
mentioned her. regret TO say, Mr.. Highly.
I've been disappointed in Miss Peake. She
has little, may say almost no, gumption.
He brushed fcck Of dust from his coat.
zone thing, Mr.. Highly, my assistant has
got to have -gumption. Now, Miss Haw-
kins ~ regretfully.
The General Manager brought his fingers
carefully together. You forget. Miss
Hawkins did not leave us on account of
want Of gumption. He faced his buyer III.
rcctly. as she trustworthy?" he inquired
with great earncStncSS.
well, now -cr / hardlylike- wouldn't
exactly care to say
~Oh. YOU wouldn't27 The General Mana
ger studied him an instant retlectively. Call
her in, he directed at last.
MISS PEAKE entered with head aloft,
i'i her eyes a joyous challenge to the
Tatcs. But the shy little halt-smile curving
her lips faded at sight Of Lindauer, and she
turned aside uncertainty.
Come in, Miss Pcakc, said the General
Manager 81 think haven't met You since
YOU joined us: but I've seen signs OF YOU.
lie placed a chair. "All | wish just now is
to ask YOU and Mr.. Lindaucr to explain
little matter that has come to my atten-
ton"
He reached back, and from beneath the
restless biow Of papers on the desk drew
box containing a slightly crumpled black
charmcuse blouse, with Bulgarian embroid-
cry, size Sc.
Miss Peakes cheeks blazed till her collar
must soon ignite, and the diamond lockct
quivcrcd but there was no quailing in her
eyes. She turned confidently to her chief.
Just word from him-how soon they would
all be Smilingl
But the words when they came tramped
in funeral file. 81 regret, indeed, Mr.. Highly
as YOU know, I've been most indulgcnt.
This is delicate situation; but definitely
told Miss Pcake only last Thursday this is
a direct infringement OF rules.
Miss Pcakc dropped for one dazcd instant
against the door, then slowly Strengthened.
The General Managers eyes were steadily
urging, commanding, one might almost have
thought begging, her to speak. Her defense
was clear. Was it not marshaled downstairs
now, on thirty-nine neatly placed tablcs'
lust a moment" she gaSDed. That clutch