The Marietta journal and courier. (Marietta, Ga.) 1909-1918, 1915-02-26


no slips for men. but there were inJtA
cards about men. June puzzled as to
what sort of business this might be.
The page girl swished in with one of
the memorandum slips. The yellow
mead. whose face was puffy and more
highly colored than was wholesome
took the slip, looked at the name ON it,
frowned. shook her head and went out
with the girl. She entered the salon
and stood surveying the scene with
cold abstraction. Around a long table
sat the women whom June had seen
They all had cards in front of them
and stacks Of playing chips. and a raw
boned woman sitting on a higher chair
than the rest was dealing. The yellow
haired woman fixed her attention ON
the gambler next to the dealer. She
was IL fluffy blond with feverish gilt
ter in her eyes and she was bent so in
tently upon the fall of the cards that
she did not notice the door open and
close
Poor June. She ganced about her
with growing repugnance She was
abjectly miserable. and suddenly she
was s0bbing.
Ned. Why had she run away from
him!
In the gambling room the fluffy blond
who had played so feverishly staked
and lost the last chip in front of her
She turned impatiently TO look for the
mir ha h.
hard eye of the yellow haired woman
who quietly mUtioned her The player
rose reluctantly. and fright came irto
her face aS she followed into the hail
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 unIucky one sharp
ly as she closed the door Here is the
/. o. U. Belle brought to me- have
not o. KID it,"
Its only for $50" faltered Mrs
Perry.
Il wouldn't o. X. it for 30 cents"
snapped the other. "Nuw. want ac-
ton. You'll telephone your husband
from this room
mo, no. The woman wrung her
hands. "I'll talk to him tonight"
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
4sv nn6 ~,
speak with him.
Mo-" 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 establishment. That deter
mined person was not one to wrangle
in emergencies. She Snatched mp the
phone herself and called the number.
you women think I'm mark" she
scornfully stated to Mrs. Perry while
she waited You'd sting me for Il
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 impIacable organiza-
ton against which she had pitted her
self. Mr. Perry, please" The yellow
haired woman's voice had undergone
Il 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 bewidered. She could
not quite understand what this was all
about. but she did know that il was
all unpleasant and hpartleSs and de
grading. She was starting to go when
something on Mrs. PPrry's face touch
ed her sympathies ana held her.
Yes. its Gwen" trpmhled Mrs. Per.
ry, her nervous fingers clutching des
perately to keep the qraver from her
voice. IL hope 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-I-l have to have some money"
The frown of the yellow haired wo.
man deepened as she listened to the
mans reply.
II know its week before my allow
ance is due" urged Mrs. Perry. and
now she turned her eyes impl0ringly
toward the stony. yellow haired one.
But ! Just must have it: Eight hun.
dred dollars
The mans voice doomed an incredu.
lous exclamation over the wire; then
sharp question.
'Why-why. it's to pay bills! Yes.
yes, Jack, know l was supposed to
Keep them paid out of my allowance,
l 70 f,,lI l.