The Owosso times. (Owosso, Mich.) 1897-1926, 1915-02-12
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Night Have
seen"
By COWARD HOLLYWOOD
by Frank 4. Munsey Co


cool glass.
Beyond the partition. i'm the work
room Of Miss Gardeners typewritina
agency. the girls had closed their ma
chimes for the day They chatted soft
~ and gayly while they adjusted in
credible hats over miraculous CUitfureS
From the lavatory drifted the faint
clean odor uf perfumed soap
THE ndme-tlld you say the name
was Mrs. Franklin Trent z" faltprrd
Emma.
Yes. yes" Miss Gardner replied
from her desk You must have ~
ticed the name in the newspapers
This Mrs. Franklin Trent needs anoth
er social secretary FOR awhile. she Will
see you ut 6. The house is on Fifth
avenue. ana here's the address and
your stage fare
Enma's slender fingers shock II Iii
lie when she picked up the coin ana
the card. aEd Miss Gardner frownr0
inpatiently.
Now for heavens sake. Emma
don't Get ratified
'tRut. If YOU please, Miss Gardner !
can't would rather not 90.
What do you think pay you for:"
snapped Miss Gardner. You bet Your
80 OF else
Very well. I'll he there AT g." muir
INJURED Emma Saxon
IL guess | made no mistake in scud
Ing Saxon OIL this job. remarked Miss
Gardner To her Uotting pad. III al
you hear about Franklin Trent is tru,
his wife wonldn't he keen about hav
Inc any chatty young piece IF dress
goods around the house Poor Old I'm
the shop M that"
Emma sided into the elevator. pack
ed ut this hour with noisy clerks and
giggiing stenographcrs. She had work
ed in Miss Gardeners agency for halt
year. but she had made no ucuuaiDi
anccs elsewhere in the building Hei
cold. tired face. with lis pathetic traces
OF former beauty. somehow kept people
from her.
Broadway was aglow and tlashing.
Emma glanced at an illuminated clock
and knottpd her coin thiiftily In a
handkerchief The pavement was
slushy with melted snow, and her
shoes were worn. but 10 cents meant
II breakfast and she had time enough
TO walk.
Finally cross town street led her
TO Mrs. Franklin Trent's magnificent
new house on the avenue. Emma had
never identified it before. The ornate
front Of the stone mansion, tumble
Of costly carving. was an architectural
joke, but Emma did not seem to be
amused. Her lips sh~ered strangely
as she climbed the broad steps.
For the house would have been heI
own IL she in her fathers orchard
''yes" instead of II no to young
Frank Trent on the night when he left
their Connecticut village to seek his
fortune In the western copper mines.
A liveried footman swung the heav,
door and surveyed Emma Saxon briefly
IF you please. IL have an appoint
ment here ut g." said she. and offered
Miss GARDENERS card.
"Other entrance" said the footman.
But trim lady's maid now appear
ed from behind pillar.
"One minute. Mr.. lIibbs." she inter.
posed. scanning the card. Madam
expects a--oh. yes. ! will bring her tC
Ipv 4 will h., .1.np cn
The maid crossed the lofty ball, and
Emmu followed. with shoulders bent
as If the luxury Of the house Cypress
ed them like burden Mr. Hibbs
yawncd. examining his finger nails.
At Il door near the head of the stair.
cealed knob of an electric annunciator
4 second mail opened the door silent
ly. placed the card on silver tray and
left Emma waiting behind II halt
drawn portlere Of rosy silk.
Beyond the curtain was an octagonal
cade. The furniture was covered with
Gobelin tapestry. and on n couch re
clined a lady whose lowing gown had
the color and sheen Of morning cob.
webs in dewy garden. Another wo.
man, soberly dressed In brown. SAT at
q marqueterie desk. but Emma looked
only at the lady on the couch. Never
had she looked at such beautiful
creature.
Madam will receive you" said the
maid.
lis that Mrs. Trenton the sofa2"
gasped Emma.
"Of course" breathed the servant.
with much disdain.
Emma advanced into the room. The
lady rnised her graceful. In why haired
head from the heap Of pillows, and hei
voice was kind and musical.
This is Miss SaxonT'
my name is Saxon. ma'am. ] am
from the Gardner agency"
EYES," said Mrs. Trent. II shall need
q secretary for few weeks to assist
Miss vosper," and she indicated. with
q jeweled hand. the woman at the desk
ri have always given satisfaction
ma'am. as a stenographer and type
writer" ventured Emma.