The Washington herald., 1915-01-21

lessly. for this was the crowning in
suit OF all, then, while | sat there,
that catty Sue Beresford telephoned
him 10 come to dlnner tonight and he
laughed and jested with her while
while" And then the defender of
business life for women threw herself
on her bed and cried.
Later she sat up and dried her eyes.
III the way TO votes for women lies
over my bleeding heart I'll take that
way" she cried, tragically. Il hate
him.
Gerald Ford had always been con-
sidered a kind employer. but there was
change of opinion in his ONCE as the
weeks passed by and his severity to-
ward pretty Miss Dalton began TO be
noticed. He had never been so dlCta-
than poor Amy could remember in her
pretty head.
I'D leave IL / was you" volunteered
Miss Murphy. of the outside once.
"NeverT vowed Amy, firmly.
I've heard he was crossed in love"
went on Miss Murphy. TT might have
been that stunning Miss Beresford
who comes up here sometimes to con-
suit him about her mothers affairs"
Amy said nothing. but a Jealous anger
took possession of her heart. She was
mortified to discover that her mind dwelt
more on Gerald Ford than II did upon
the burning question of feminine rights.
and the first glow Of triumph that had
followed her successful answer TO Mr..
Breen's advertisement, had been dimmed
by Gerald'9 unexpected aloOfness. His
manner to her was stern and business
like in the extreme, and instead OF tan
talizing him by her daily presence in
his Office, she herself was most unhappy.
Daily she heard him talking over the
telephone making appointments with men
and women of their own set. only TO turn
to her at last. curtly dictate some sturid
letter and. closing his desk for the day.
rush of to some pleasure.
Added to these woes was the disap-
proval of her usually indulgent parents.
Theye bewailed the fact that their only
daughter forsook them to toll in a dingy
office.
1t was a disagreeable day in January.
Ann hated to leave the cozyness Of her
own little sitting room, with its glowing
fire and inviting idleness of easy chairs
and new books.
Everything went wrong that morning.
She was late at the office and Gerald
had spoken rather sharply, reminding
her Of the hour. Then her pencil point
had snapped suddenly as she jotted down
her shorthand notes. He sharpened il
for her.
You should be provided with several
pencils, he said reprovingly. Miss PEN
ney was extremely businesslike in such
matters and"
1t was at this moment that Ann Dalton
arose and deliberately threw her note
book at her employers head. His eye
glasses few one way and his dignity
another
He caught her slender arms and held
her rigidly.
Ann, you little tcrmagant"' he
breathed quickly.
Let me co. she gasped IF you !
knew how hated you, Gerald Ford, you /
would let me go! II you dare say the !
word business to me again" She |
broke down and sobbed bitterly.
Gerald smiled tenderly down at her |
forlorn little figure. He did not loosen
his hold. Il need a wife-more than
I do a stenographer," he whispered.
Cant you be content to do your portion
Of labor in our home, Ann, darling?"
AIMS answer was not audible. but Miss
Murphy, who had put her head into the
room for an inquiring instant, darted
put to the main once.
Mr. Breen-you'n have to advertise
for another stenographer." she giggled
Miss Daltons going to be married"
Who told you?" asked a dozen eager
voices.
I'm not blind"' was Miss Murphy's
retort