The Pulaskian., 1915-12-10

Good morning Miss"
 Heck" she supplied curtiy.
 He surveyed the round, shiny face and steel spectacles, a decade old hat perched on top of coiffure so fiat that it looked like paint and the doorbell knot twisted so tight it pulled her eyes aslant
 T heard that you wanted a stenog rapher, and thought maybe l would do. am one.'
 ''Indeed?" gasped MT Trowbridge.
 Yes. You'll find I'm businesslike, quick and competent" And fixing him with an owlish look over her glasses, she added: Besides, I don't bother about men, nor they me. You will save time, and times money these days
 You are quite right" he agreed, politely Time is money"
 A whimsical look came into his face, which slowly broadened into a grin, as he thoughtfuliy tapped his pencil against his desk
 T believe I'll try you, Miss Heck" he exclaimed suddenly. q have had a great deal of trouble with-with- undesirable young ladies and I be- lieve you are just what I am looking for"
 As she took her place at the type writer in the outer office, painful hush fell over the room. The chief clerk, whose duty it was to initiate new stenographers, made wry face behind his hand, and the young lady caught something about "souring cream"
 Miss Heck proved to be all she claimed for herself She was busi- nesslike and quick. Mr Trowbridge himself, at the end of week confded his joy to his companions I've found a perfect lemon of stenographer. She is so ugly she is fascinating. dictate twice as many letters as used to just to convince myself of my luck :"
 One day Miss Heck was away She sent word that she was i'll, which worried MT. Trowbridge very much. Poor thing! They had worked her to death. It would pay to be kind to the lady. He hunted up her address and ordered flowers. He would take them himself on his way home. At the middle house in suburban row the bell was answered by a pretty girl, who turned fairest red the instant she opened the door and saw the call CT. The visitor was mystified. Where had he seen her before? Something about her was very familiar indeed! Recovering himself, he handed in the box with a polite inquiry for Miss Heck's health. Learning that she was improving and hoped to be at work in few days, he departed-not without a backward glance as he left
 Monday did not return Miss Heck to her duties, which afforded Albert Trowbridge another opportunity for inquiry at the house and possible chance of seeing the same girl again.
 He was gratified when the young lady of Saturday answered the bell. This time she demurely asked him in Sister was better and would wish to see him and thank him for the flow CTS.
 He did not hear the giggling and fussing in Mab's studio, where way ward curls were being brushed fiat and pulled back into hard knot and a horrid lotion was putting a glaze on rose and velvet complexion.
 Putting in his time looking at pho- tographs and family groups, he dis covered something. A queer look came into his face, which, had he been playing auction. any of his friends would have known indicated a certainty on his part of holding most of the odd tricks.
 Miss Heck came in--the ugly Miss Heck She shook hands in busi- nesslike manner and sat down.
 The rest of what happened was such surprise to her, as Betty told the girls afterward, she couldn't remem- Der distinctly. But it was some thing like this:
 I'm glad you are better, Miss Heck. I came to talk business.''
 'Yes?"
 l When you came to me you recon mended yourself as a time-saver. | believe in the same thing and I have proposition to make to you right now
 Very good, Mr Trowbridge"
 Well, Betty, if you will just run upstairs and take off all that darn foolishness and let down those pretty curls, rub off that grease and smash those spectacles, I'm going to ask you to marry me. But, on second i thought, l don't believe I'll wait for 1 that
 And Betty never would tell the rest of it.
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