Iowa state bystander. [volume] (Des Moines, Iowa) 1894-1916, 1914-07-10
GETTING HOLD
OF HER HEART
BY pARRA MORE.

w " POonAihASt' LIio wal du uWt" psoU',
lem. according to her lights. II there
was glimmer OF the tragic to be-
found In story. she magnified it. II
there was a chance for dainning man
in general, Olive Cripps left not a.
shred Of him undeflled. Min.
As time wore on, that fearless, SELF
reliant look became deeper ingrained.
1t was current talk in the Office that
Olive Grips was absolutely unsexed."l
She was hard worker and was to
be found at her post early and late. IT,
she only had heart" said the city
editor, shed make q great newspaper
woman" T'*|t u, /
Out of Office hours the girl was littlei
seen. Haunts frequented by other folk
Of her guild she Stunned. =
Her acquaintance were limited, her
confidence enjoyed by none. She re-
garded life as strictly business prop
osition.
That was one reason why the city.
editor smiled knowingly when the rep-f
resentati Of big Eastern house in
formed him that he would not do bus
mess with woman"
You'll either have to see our Missl'
Cripps or we can't do anything for.
you." replied the grinning enigma.
Women belong at home. don't like
them in offices. 1t annoys me-" famed
the fastener.
Sorry. but our Miss Grips is-dif-'
ferent." /!
Calvin Brett turned on his heel and
left the office. He had gone only a.
half block when he realized that he
needed space in the Star. 1t was his
business to get that space-lots Of It.
"Oh, WE'LL" he snarled, "I'll have to-
see her" a.,
As they met look passed between
them. A danger signal flashed from
the girls eyes, and the sentence on the
mans lips remained unspoken. He ar
ranged for notices-arranged for them1
in exactly the same way that he was
accustomed to arrange for them with q,
man. Then he walked slowly from the
desk of Olive Cripps to the hall. Three
minutes later the girl started for the
elevator. In deep, brown study, Cal
vim Brett was pacing up and down as
II he had not noticed that the elevator
was receiving passengers that day.
The girl passed him without a
glance Of recognition. The man fol-
lowed her into the elevator and from
the elevator to the street. Once he
fastened his steps as If to speak to
her, but-didnt. @.'
However, the next day 1t seemed a
matter of the greatest Importance that
he should take up other business mat
tiers with the dark-haired, self.reliant
girl at the desk in the corner of the No.
cal room. 1t was awkward that the big
room was full of curious eyes and open
ears. There was no opportunity to
touch on things other than business.
Finally, he hesitatingly nuggested.
III you will dine with me tonight,
think, perhaps, can interest you In
some really big stories about our work
And" he added In whisper, Il want
to talk to you. Olive. I must talk to
you-alone!"
The girls eyes met his fear!efsly. q
little CONTEMPORARY, 1t seemed 10 the
man. !
II never talk business out OF the OIL
fee, Mr.. Brett, and never mix social
matters with business
Abruptly and confusedly, Calvin
Brett took his leave. When the door
had closed behind him Olive CriDps
surreptitiously dug a small pocket mir
ror somewhere from her desk and
gazed anxiously into Its depths. Then
she sat perfectly still, looking at
nothing. Biff, the office boy, who laid
the evening paper on her desk, swore
there were tears in her eyes.
1t was the following morning that
the city editor called her: Get over to
the Warren Observation-Disclosures Cripps-
Attempted NEUTRALITY-SUSPICIOUS.
will talk Fly-and for heavens sake
get hold of your heart" -
It was just the ordinary everyday
story. A little old gray-haired woman
stranded, alone-a woman who had
left her home and those who loved her,
to follow a precarious career. She had
reached the point where she hadn't the
courage to 60 on. ID.
But the story that Olive CripDs
wrote that day had never been done
before in the Star office. 1t was more
than story 1t was-life, written by
q woman who had suddenly come close
| to it's real issues and understood.
The city editor passed the story to
the desk man. And said she didn't
have a hearth"
Calvin Brett, sitting In hotel room
disconsolate, pessimistic, read the
Star. A great lump came into his
throat He Didn't stop to see If his
hair was rumpled or his necktie
straight. He took taxi to the Star
Office. .H ..: 1.~.s
It didn't matter to him then that
there were curious eyes In the local
room. He took the girls hands in his.
1--WE found the real you. Olive Brett, .
he said. 1--we were both wrong see
now that girl needs interests outside
the home as well a. inside. Shall We
20 home. dear, and try--your way?"
The self-reliant look In her eyes gave
place to q happy film Of love. softness
and understanding a. Mrs. Olive
Grips Brett replied: ss..
when we stare at DEATH Calvin.
We Observation-Disclosures. I'm
tired, dear. and | want-just home!"- z
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