The Mount Holly news. [volume] (Mount Holly, Burlington Co., N.J.) 1891-1942, 1915-10-05
He Was chuckIins to Himself.

er, ignorant of life though she was,
and lonely. had come to realize that.
She pitied the big man without a
charge Of his life His coat was al
ways so dusty. She was sure he ate
things that were not good for him.
But since Crashaw had received six
months notice, according to contract,
/ Miss Thatcher had been worried about
her own future. At thirty woman
of Miss Thatcher's type finds 1t diff
ficult to start at the bottom again;
and she saw no prospect of ever re-
ceiving twenty-five dollars to start
What would her ability count against
the magic of personality?
That she lacked sorely, and she only
waited while the memorable months
flew by. She was too honest to look
for another position until Bryant &
/ Co. dispensed with her services. So
she did nothing, and it was week
/ before Crashaw was to leave that the
blow fell
1t came in the shape of a curt official
1SILClt luLIludllIl6 lndL ACA oCl fACCc
would be no longer required one week
/ from date.
Little Miss Thatcher had not nerved
herself for the blow, though she had
expected 1t so long. She cried all
night and went down to the Office
the next morning with red nose.
All that day Crashaw kept her
buster than ever before in his private
office. 1t was not until five o'clock
that he leaned back in his chair and
watched Miss Thatcher attentively.
He was chucking to himself, kindly
man that he was. He had known
that Miss Thatcher would be dis
charged, and he had arranged to take
her over on his staff with the original
Bryant. who was starting another
business He knew that the new peo-
pie, with their tricky ways, would
eventually have to go under, and per-
nit Bryant to buy back the control.
But he needed Miss Thatcher, and he
had always felt sorry for her.
Somehow her clothes seemed old
maidish; and he was sure that she
was a devotee Of the chatting dish.
He wished she had some good man to
take care of her.
She was never pretty. and not in the
least degree so at the present time,
with her eyes swollen from weeping,
and her nose decidedly pink. The
treasurer knew that she was worried
over having to go.
AS a matter of fact, Miss Thatcher
was almost equally worried over their
impending separation. Six years of
office companionship cannot but mean
good DEAL And though she knew
her day-dreams were foolishness. still
they persisted, even though this cata-
clysm that had come on both of them.
well, Miss Thatcher, I have given
you lot Of work today" said era
shaw. But there will be very little
more. And now have a great and
trust pleasant surprise for you. Miss
Thatcher, there is something want
to tell you"
Little Miss Thatcher was totally un-
able to prevent the electric thrill that
ran through her. The very words! II
was coming at lastl Amazed at her
prescience, she only stared at era
shaw with her weepy eyes
Since you have been here" he re-
sumed, your work and your devotion
have inspired me with the greatest ad
miratlon. Miss Thatcher"
The treasurer broke off In astonish
ment Miss Thatcher, always so staid
and self-possessed was weeping open
ly. More. she was weeping on his
shoulder. And then she looked up at
him with face that was so radiant
that the treasurer was no longer as
tonished-only glad.
He did not know how it happened
either, but his arm had fallen about
her in the most natural way In the