Putnam patriot. [volume] (Putnam, Conn.) 1872-1962, 1915-12-31

Rodney too looked as if something
Were working In his mind. and no won
der, Mary thought. with their situa-
ton what il WAS. Mary knew him like
a book. but this time she would ask no
questions and keep her own counsel.
She was going straight up to Mr. Mar
tins on Fifth avenue and have a long
talk and argument with him. He sim
PLY must let them have those extra
5000 cakes of soap for Brown &
James
She scHrried over TO til Third Ave
nue. elevated and climbed the stairs of
the station at Worth street. her brain
working all the time. In curious,
detached spirit she saw her nickel
slide into the groove made by so many
previous niekels on the hard wood sill
under the office window and dropped
her ticket delicately in the ticket chop
per's glass box.
Several local trains passed, all crowd
ed. and, being tired and enjoying the
fresh air. Mary was disposed to take
her time and wait till she got the seat
she wanted. 1t gave her a luxurious
feeling to let the trains go by and not
run after them, as people usually did
in New York
A woman came presently and sat
down beside her, with an evident in
clinatien to talk. She was young,
though her peroxide hair made her look
older. There We're two types eff wom-
en- witch dyed hair like this, Mary had
noted-the fast and the sentimental.
Her ncighbor Was obviously the latter,
and Mary's looks had probably appeal.
ed TO her. Without insolence she look
ed Mary over thoroughly a moment as
if appraising her
Are you business womang" she
asked after little pause.
Mary WAS good natured and a good
mixer and, seeing that the woman suf-
fered only from human curiosity, she
answered.. Yes" adding just for fun:
I'm vice president and secre.
tary. Our company has offices on Broad.
way"
The woman looked quite impressed.
What line are you folks in?" she
pursued.
''Soap," said Mary.
Married." asked the woman.
Not yet" said Mary
well. you'll get husband if you
want one" said the woman, with a
crisp laugh. a pretty girl like you
usually gets what's coming TO her"
I'm engaged" said Mary. amused.
''You seef1 said the woman. Now.
I'm bachelor maid. as they call them
nowadays. myself Most of my girl
friends have too much trouble with
their husbands. None of your married
life for mine No, sir. No matter how
swell little home | might have, it
wouldn't appeal TO mel When are you
going 10 be married. the woman in
quired.
"Oh. | don't know" said Mary. IL
suppose We'll go down to the city han
some day and have it over with.
you'd like a nice wedding, though.
wouldn't you the woman continued
sympathetically with white satin and
a wedding veil and all? | know one
girl who's never got over it because
she was married in brown dress"
The woman with the dyed hair rush
ed off presently. shrieking "Oh, there's
Mayme." and Mary was left alone
again. The local that she waited for
came along, and she got aboard at her
leisure.
Mary alighted at Seventy
street, keeping her courage at the strik-
ng point, and pressed the bell button
on Mr.. Cyrus Martins front door
Johnson. looking surprised, but pleased
TO see her, let her in and showed hen
into the little reception room down
stairs to wait while he took her name
up to Mr. Martin.