Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1914-02-01


to two of your lady friends who are wasting
my time out here?"
The haccid clerk rose above the screen
OF ground glass and gazed at the two girls.
Strange to say he beamed at them with
delighted complacency.
why, hello, girls, he said. Here
a surprise party"
Yes, | reckon it is, said Jenny sar-
donically. Then she added turning to
the superior young lady, "You needn t
wait, Gladys, if you want to go and look
at yourself in the glass;
The young woman tossed what she could
of her tightly-crimped hair and with an
undulating hanteur disappeared into the
inner office.
Jenny came to the point of the visit
Immediately.
where's my fI2 Ios?" she demanded.
What fI2 Ios?" asked lawson.
Jennys eyes contracted with rage.
suppose never gave you five shillngs
to bet on Pink Dress for the Derby?"
lawson slapped his leg in apparent con-
sternation.
There now, if L didn't forget to put it
on! Why, here's the very COIN The
haccid clerk handed Jenny her five shilling
piece. I'm awfully sorry" he muttered
Sorry" said Jenny. Being sorry
won't bring me new pink dress will it?"
Come on, you swanker. | want my
money!"
"But | forgot to put it on" said Mr..
lawson.
whats to be done with him?" asked
Jenny.
II say if he doesn't pay up, we'll start
in to break up the Office" said Irene, I'M
buttoning her gloves.
:" may as well inform you," said the
clerk, that this isn't my Office
"Who cares?" cried Jenny. Before
we've finished here you'll be glad it isn't
What's that unnatural-looking machine
in a glass case?" she asked, stepping sud-
denly across the ROOM
That's the tape" cried the Mortified
lawson. Don't for Gods sake touch that!"
But Jenny was already pulling at the
tape and scattering round the room num-
berless, curly snakes of paper The superior,
young lady, hearing the agony in lawson
tones, came back into the outer office.
AS she opened the door, Irene sped past her
to pollute the inner mysteries with sacri-
legious hands. There was a sound of ledgers
tumbling down, the swish of many papers
swept off desk, the drip of split ink
Nice friends, | must say" observed the
superior young lady, scornful of the situa-
ton created by the wretched lawson
Not so much of it, YOU" cried Jenny.
81 guess he's spent half of my money in
buying fringe-net for your glorious hair. y
Mr.. Ogilvy will be in soon," lawson
ground out, dancing between Jenny and the
destructive Irene in miserable uncertainty.
"Who cares?" said Jenny. 81 want my
money"
Call in the police breathed the super
cilous young lady.
" Call them yourself, Constance reckon
you've got lots of friends on the force, since
you done your bit, snapped Jenny
At this moment there was knock on
the outside door, and at Mr.. Jawsons
despairing summons, a mild-looking clergy
man entered holding in his hands one of
the ledgers of the firm.
"These books fell out of your window"
he announced, "and very nearly hit me on
the head.
There's terrible thing" Jenny laughed.
m very sorry Stammered MIR. law
son. 1t was an accident. Quite unfore-
seen, | assure you
II shall really have to lodge a COM
plant, the clergyman began, when there
came most furious knocking on the door
followed by the stormy entrance of tough
and muscular individual with another
ledger of We're, Ogilvy and Co. in his hand.
Here what's yer game? What's yer
game, cullies. Perhaps you'd like to make
sure of hitting a bloke next time. You set
of codheads, what are you playing at?"