Iron County news. [volume] (Hurley, Wis.) 1913-1950, 1918-01-19

bdfFOW whispered 10 ner Lets go
down and feed the swans I'd Just as
soon be away from the crowd"
She nodded assent, and they depart
ed hastily lest some of the others
should volunteer their company. 1t
took but a short time TO reach the
pond They found a log close to the
waters edge, and, taking seat there,
tossed morsels to the birds and chat
tered to each other.
Look" she said suddenly; there's
one of my esteemed employers, if you
please. You'll notice that he's walking
and looking at things just like us or
binary, everyday mortals."
Barrow glanced past her, and saw
rather tall, middle-aged man, his hair
tinged with gray, fne-looking man,
dressed with exceeding nicely, even to
flower in his coat lapel, walking
slowly along the path that bordered
the pond.
His gaze wandered to them, and the
cool, well-bred stare gradually gave
way to a slightly puzzled expression.
He moved step or two and seated
himself on a bench. Miss Weir became
aware that he was looking at her most
of the time as she sat casting the bits
of bread to the swans and ducks. 1t
made her self-conscious. She did not
know why she should be of any partic-
ular interest.
Lets walk around little" she sug-
10 &c he
gone.
"All right" Barrow assented. Lets
go up the ravine"
They left the log. Their course up
the rayine took them directly past the
gentleman on the bench. And when
they came abreast of him, he rose and
lifted his hat at the very slight incli-
nation of Miss Weirs head.
"How do you do, Miss Weir?" said
he. quite a pleasant afternoon"
To the best of Hazel's knowledge
Mr.. Andrew Bush was little given to
friendly recognition of his employees
particularly in public. But he seemed
inclined to be laxative; and, as she
caught a slightly inquiring glance at
her escort, she made the necessary in
PRODUCTION. So for a minute or two
the three of them stood there exchang-
ing polite banalities. Then Mr.. Bush
bowed ana passed on.
Hes one of the biggest guns in
Granville. they say" Jack observed
Il wouldn't mind having some of his
business to handle. He started with
nothing, too, according to all accounts.
Now, that's what call success"
"Oh, yes, in a business way he's a
success" Hazel responded. But he's
awfully curt most of the time around
the office. / wonder what made him
thaw out so today?"
And that question required to her
mind again in the evening, when Jack
had gone home and she was sitting
in her own room. She wheeled her
chair around and took steady look
at herself In the mirror. 4 woman may
never admit extreme plainness of fca-
ture, and she may deprecate her own
fairness, if she be possessed of fair
ness, but she seldom has any illusion
about one or the other. She knows.
Hazel Weir knew that she was far
above the average in point of looks.
She was smiling at herself just as
she had been smiling at Jack Barrow
while they sat on the log and fed the
swans. But even though Miss Weir
was twenty-five and far from unso-
phisticated, it did not strike her that
the transition of herself from q de-
mure, businesslike office person in So
Der black and white to a radiant crea-
ture with the potent influences Of love
and spring Frightening her eyes and
lending yelled caress to her every
supple movement. satisfactorily ac-
counted for the sudden frlendliness Of
Mr.. Andrew Bush.
Miss Weir was unprepared for what
subsequently transpired as a result
of that casual encounter with the mon
aging partner of the firm. BY the time
she went to work on Monday morning
she had almost forgotten the meeting
in Granville park.
Hazels work consisted largely Of
dictatiOn from the shipping manager,
letters relating to outgoing consign-
ments Of implements.
1t was, therefore. something Of
surprise to be called into the Office of
the r4a4agi7g partner on Tuesday aft
ernoon. Busl's private stenographer
sat at her machine in one corner.
Mr. Bush turned from his desk at
Hazel's entrance,
Miss Weir be said. II wish you
to take some letters"
Haze, went bach for her notebook.