Harrisburg telegraph. [volume] (Harrisburg, Pa.) 1879-1948, 1915-02-27

duJeGtly HlbeEublVs dlu uuuuenly B0e
was Bobbing,
Ned, Why had she run away from
hlm2
In the gambling room the fluffy blond
who had played 80 feverishly staked
and lost the last chip in front of her.
She turned impatiently to look for the
page girl. She met instead the cold,
hard eye OF the yellow haired woman,
who quietly motioned her, The player
rose reluctantly, and fright came into
her face as she followed into the hall
and to the little Office where June had
been installed,
"You've reached the limit, Mrs. Per-
ry," announced the yellow haired wo-
man, turning on the unluclky one sharp
ly as she closed the door. Here is the
I. o. U. Belle brought TO me, I have
not o. Ea'd It."
"Its only for $780," faltered Mrs,
Perry,
ST wouldn't o. K. 1t for 90 cents"
snapped the other "Now, I want ac-
tton. You'll telephone your husband
from this room"
mo, nov' The woman wrung her
hands. "I'll talk tothlm tonightr
81 know that game" she scorned,
and from June's desk she took an In
dex card,
"Eight-o-eight-o Garden" she told
the new secretary. "Ask for Mr.. Per-
ry, and say that his wife wishes to
speak with him."
mol" cried Mrs. Perry Historically,
and reached over June's shoulder to
take the phone. The new secretary
had made no move toward the phone
She was staring at the yellow haired
woman in astonishment. That deter
mined person was not one to wrangle
in emergencies. She snatched up the
phone herself and called the number.
"You women think I'm a mark she
scornfully stated to Mrs. Perry while
she waited. YOU'D sting me for a
thousand dollars rather than sting your
husband for it. See this card?" She held
it out. 1t contained the name of Jackson
W. Perry, his business address, his home
address, his financial rating, probable
income, clubs and telephone numbers.
And the unfortunate Mrs. Perry seem
ed to shrink into hopeless despair as
she realized the implacable organiza-
ton against which she had pitted her
self. "Mr. Perry, please" The yellow
haired woman's voice had undergone
a complete change. 1t was very pleas
ant of infection, though it rasped
His wife wishes to speak with him."
She handed over the telephone, and
June, seeing Mrs. Perry's unsteadiness,
rose and compassionately gave the wo-
man her chair. The yellow haired one
walked calmly over to her own desk and
took up the extension phone.
June looked at her hat and coat She
seemed quite bewildered. She could
not quite understand what this was all
about, but she did know that it was
all unpleasant and heartless and de-
grading. She was starting to go when
something on Mrs. Perry's face touch
ed her sympathies ana held her.
"Yes, it's Gwen" trembled Mrs. Per
ry, her nervous fingers clutching des-
perately to keep the quaver from her
voice. "I-I hope I haven't interrupt
ed anything important"
Not very" The mans voice could
be heard distinctly outside the phone.
"Jack'-the voice was full of plead
ing-'T-I have to have some money"
The frown Of the yellow haired wo-
man deepened as she listened to the
mans reply.
81 know it's week before my allow
ance is due" urged Mrs. Perry, and
now she turned her eyes imploringly
toward the stony, yellow haired one.
"But just must have it! Eight hun
dred dollarsw
The mans voice doomed an incredu-
lous exclamation over the wire; then
a sharp question.
"Why-why, it's to pay bills! Yes,
yes, Jack, I know l was supposed to
keep them paid out of my allowance.
I didn't want to tell you this until we
could sit down quietly together, only
they're pressing me for payment! And
the allowance isn't enough, Jackson! |!
Yes, know you've raised it-ohr'
The mans heavy voice had interrupt
ed her calmly, coldly. She sank back
Imply in the chair.
June hung up the receiver She was
surprised to see the yellow haired wo-
man put up her own phone and come
across the room with a benign express
sion.
"Cheer up" she advised. "Hubby's
all right"
Mrs. Perry Strengthened up.
"Yes," she said and moistened her
IiDs, "he said that he'd so over those
bills with me tonight"
81 heard him myself" And the yell
low haired woman grinned across at
June. Heres your ]. o. u, dearie.
I've o. KID 1t. You better go in and
play awhile for your nerves."