Harrisburg telegraph. [volume] (Harrisburg, Pa.) 1879-1948, 1915-06-28

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had seen him through the window,
had sent the maid to call him back.
There had been a scene and he had
left for his Office in a huff.
IL
"'Lo Miss Foster. How're you this
fine morning? 1 hope your father In
better?" 1t was Norris talking
his stenographer.
"Good morning, Mr.. Norris. He's
some better, thank you" She was try
ing to be brave, and answered with an
attempt at cheerfulness that set her
head pounding violently, and made her
grasp at her desk for support. He
had thrown off his light top coat, and
without looking at her sat down, and
was in a moment deep in his morn
ings mail. Some communication OF
more than ordinary Importance caused
him to stop in his envelop Sitting, and
he rose to confer with her upon its
contents. Then for the first time he
looked at her, and knew from her
flushed cheeks and unnaturally bright
eyes that somthing was wrong.
"Why. Miss Foster" he exclaimed
in genuine concern. "whatever's the
trouble? You look like the very dick
ems. What's up?"
"Oh, nothing, she answered, trying
to make light of his concern-"least-
wise, nothing that matters. Just g
bothersome cold, and a little head
ache. By the way, is that that Smith
& Hodson letter? What's the latest
development this morning? What did
they say to your proposal to"
sfNayar mind TIL
Don't please try to turn the converse
tion off into that channel. You're
ILL.,"
"T assure you, Mr."-- He
made a quick gesture indicative OF
his intention not to be put off in his
inquiry, and crossing quickly to where
she stood. took both her pale, thin
hands in both OF his, and noted with
quick concern that they were burn
ing.
This will never do" he said grave.
ly, and with emphatic earnestness
And he repeated half aloud half to
himself, never, never do. I'm afraid
I've been a bit of brute lately, what
with the night work. Sundays, an(
skimped lunch hours" He disregard
ed her attempt to assuage his self re.
proach, and went on, But I'll see to
that. You're slated for a vacation
and that in short order. TIL make
arrangements" He turned thought-
fully away, and went back to his let
ters.
Willard Fall, across the court, in
MS office had seen Norris cross to
where Myra stood at her desk beside
the broad window and an evil smile
nghted his coarse features as he noted
rotc h A.. =
mold them the while he spoke solicit
tously to her. Devoid of concern fol
the welfare of his own help, he had
not the finesse to attribute another's
concern to anything other than q per-
sonal motive, and he felt a miserable
elation at what he considered Nor.
ris' little game" His reflections were
disturbed by the slight, recurrent
creaking of his door, as of someone
trying cautiously, inch by inch. to
open 1t unnoticed. He sprang from
his chair, strode with swift soft steps
to the door, pulled it suddenly open
and CONFERENCE.-The wife.
He bowed with mock courtesy at
her startled surprise at being appre-
hended, and spoke with more than his
usual JUNCTION.
SO, my dear, spying on me, eh
t1du ulVlneO your coming, / might
have made preparations SOS not to
disappoint your expectations, and
lived up to my reputation as a black
guard roue. You should have let me
know, SOS I could have made ready
a tableaux to satisfy your Unsuitable
desire for a scene. Fancy the notori-
ETY., to say nothing of the alimony.
You might engage publicity agent,
pose as injured innocence, and get
your picture in the Sunday maga.
zine"
She turned, and had started to 20,
when his voice again arrested her.
Your idol seems to have clay feet
You indulge in the common fallacy
of imagining that every man you have
no intimate acquaintance with Is a
model of propriety. No one who ID
acquainted with your reputation as
the Watchdog of Society-here he
grinned-would ever believe you to
be so frightfully unsophisticated. Why
It was only a short while ago, when
glancing casually out of this window
and across the court, saw Norris
holding hands with his pretty stem
ographer."
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