Oxford Democrat. [volume] (Paris, Me.) 1833-1933, 1915-03-23

NJ once. II you Win can-that n II
your friend win call-tomorrow after .
perhaps 1t might be arranged.
81 thank you," she said gratefully rs
abe took his card. "At 3. you said!'
.At g. The exchange does not close
until then"
He raised his hat and turned away.
he congratulated himself on that nc
tion of a friend. It had made 1t very
easy for him to speak, and he saw that
she understood.
They needed another typist in the Of
fee. Within twenty-four hours she
would be Installed in his employ.
What might not the future Dring
forth?
Cosproye had never known time 10
drag 80 slowly. The hands OF the Dig
clock behind the chairman's little pal
cony seemed to stand still as ne
moved tmpatiently about the floor OF
the exchange. Once when Sugden met
him and had begun to complain OF MS
tvpewriter Cosgrove had mentioned
the paragon he was to have In his EN-
ploy.
He was ashamed of himself minute
later but the damage had been done,
and when the hands ut last reached
and the gavel fell sugden headed a del
egation that would not be shaken OH.
They burst into the outer office OF
Carman G. Cosgrove and came to
dead halt. Cosgrove gasped, but went
forward to greet replica or the old
woman Of the station.
She was younger. and the piaid
shawl was replaced by a badly cut
Jacket, but she was her mothers
daughter. Cosgrove would have known
her in thousand.
He hustled her into his private Of
fee and turned over the card she hand-
ed him. 1t was his own card, ana Oh
the reverse was written, introducing
Mrs. Behrman, In whose behalf you
were kind enough to speak last night.
It was some satisfaction to find that
she was n capable worker, with ortho-
dox ideas Of spelling instead OF her
own system Of simplihcation. and with
n brief arrangement as to terms Cos
grove rose to indicate that the inter
view was over.
Mrs. Behrman looked up.
"And it is really that I am engaged
she asked.
"of course" was the impatient re-
Spouse.
The flood gates of her tears were
omen, and she raised her voice In home
" expressions Of gratitude to him and
to Helen Westervelt.
Cosgrove gasped as he heard the
name. It was at least mercy that
he had employed his fiction" OF a
friend. She had supposed that he un-
derstood, for she was tho prime leader
of all movements for working girls,
and 1t was only natural that she should
suppose that he knew her by sight.
The woman sobbed out her story
She had run away from home to marry
Behrman, who had deserted her as
soon as he had obtained possession OF
her slender savings. Her mother would
not forgive, and Miss Westervelt, In
terested in the case. had acted as am
bassadress.
It was Mrs. Behrman's satchel she
was carrying, and she had been large,
" accountable for the mistake he had
made, and 1t was with Mrs. Behrman's
forgiveness and promise to join her
daughter that Helen was returning 10
town.
Cosgrove rang for one Of the other
stenographers to look after the weep
ing woman and went out into the Of
fee to face his tormentors. His ap-
pearance was greeted with shout.
"Is it that you are 20 judge OF beau
ty, or Is 1t some new exhibition OF
your perverted ideas Of humor% de-
handed Sugden.
II don't think the laugh-or the din
ner-is on me-" suggested Cosgrove.
1T seems to be up to you. Jimmie
II guess I'm It," agreed Sugden. not
realizing that he himself had suggest
ed to Cosgrove a way out. II coaxed
the boys over to investigate romance
and we find 1t Is farce"
"Wait until l get my coat COM
manded Cosgrove as he disappeared.
He struggled into that garment as
he muttered to himself: "It's farce
80 far, but It's just the comedy relief
to the romance If I can make 1t so.
For It will be a romance, and only the
0ret act has vet been played"