Ottumwa semi-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1916-1918, 1917-04-27
CHAPTER w. CONTINUED J

II nave mere, he resumed pleasant
~, a filing case and card index sys
tenn. In It all report cards will be Al
ed, after being properly classified
There will be a personal index, as
we'll as a subject index. All cor
respondence relating to HOUSEHOLD mat
tiers will be filed. There are certain
other features of the general system
of management that l shall put into
effect, and which can best explain
as we come to them In actual prac.
tise. BY the way, how old are your
Constance stiffened in her chair. Not
that she cared - but the question was
offensive.
why - --"
About twenty?" he suggested,
studying her critically.
"You happen to be correct" she an.
swered in frozen tone.
To her horror the efficiency man
reached blank card from small
pile. It was neatly ruled in blue, with
black printing on It and numerous
white spaces. There was round hole
punched at the bottom.
H. Hedge picked up pen, dipped 1t,
and began to write. Although the card
was upside down to her, she could
easily read the legible characters that
he set down in one Of the spaces. He
had written: "Age-20." He paused
and looked up.
'Dver work.
Constance stood up and leaned for
ward. He did mot seem to be aware Of
anything in her demeanor. After paus
ing briefly for an answer, he wrote
down In another white space mo oc-
cupatiou.'
Unmarried, I suppose?" he asked.
'Ypu unthinkable wretch"
Hardly an answer to my question:"
Ao suggested pleasantly.
Constance had placed both hands on
he desk to steady her self and looked
down at him. There was room for
nothing but rage in her flne gray eyes.
The servants will throw you out"
she said In q shaking voice.
1T they attempt It, will discharge
the servants. should regret to be
compelled to do that"
'You-you- oh, this is all 50 hor
rfblei It's not true. It can't bel"
But it's quite true. Miss Brooke"
She stood trembling, in spite Of an
effort to steady herself against the
desk. For an instant her voice failed
her.
II tell you, I will not bear It! will
not endure this thing in my own home.
My father would not have me endure
It. You tell me that shall do this. and
shall do that-yuu, an utter
stranger! You order my servants
about! You take possession Of my
clubhouse as II 1t were your own. You
insult my sister. You insult me! You
would insult my brother|if you dar-
ed"
Il thought had" murmured n.
Hedge softly.
She did not hear him. perhaps be-
cause one or ner tightly clenced fists
was beating itself against the
Il win never obey you! Never!
Never!"
"You are appointed my secretary"
he said with apparent irrelevance, at
the same time making note on a pad
For answer, she flew into q tempest
Of tears and turned away, just in time
to fling herself into the arms Of Natal |
d., who had been listening out side the
doorway until she could no longer re.
strain herself.
The efficiency man did not look at
them a. Matilda half carried her sob
hing burden from the library. He miss.
ed wholly Matilda's backward glance
instead, he went over the index card
and wsote carefully in the proper
1pace'
Summarized"
He paused a moment and studied |
tho NEXT blank line. When he had com |
Dl0eQd the necessary entry, It read:
3OOp0E1ment-Unc