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to elapSe before her wedding.
 It seemed scarcely worth while to look for another position. She had enough money saved to do everything she wanted to do. It was not so much lack of money, the need to earn, as the monotony of idleness that irked her. She had acquired the habit of work, and that is thing not lightly shaken off. But during that day she gathered together the different Gran vile papers, and went carefully over ] the "want' columns. Knowing the town as she did, she was enabled to eliminate the unlikely, undesirable places. Thus by evening she was armed with list of firms and individ uals requiring stenographer. And , in the morning she sallied forth.
 Her quest ended with the first place she sought. The fact of two years service with the biggest firm in Gran vile was ample recommendation; in addition to which the office manager, it developed in their conversation, had known her father in years gone by. So before ten o'clock Miss Hazel Weir was entered on the pay roll of fur 'niture-manufacturing house. It was not a permanent position; one of their girls had been taken i'll and was likely to take up her duties again in six weeks or two months. But that suited Hazel all the better. She could put In the time usefully, and have breath ing spell before her wedding.
 Three days went by. Hazel attended the concert with Jack the evening of the day MT. Andrew Bush received os- tentatious burial. At ten the next morning the telephone girl called her.
 "Someone wants you on the phone, Miss Weir" she said.
 Hazel took up the dangling receiver.
 "HellO!"
 "That you, Hazel?"
 1 She recognized the voice, half guess ] ing 1t would be he, since no one but | Jack Barrow would be likely to ring her up. f "Surely. Doesn't 1t sound like me ?"
 'Have you seen the morning pa pers?" F
 "No. What"
 Look lem over. Particularly the Gazette"
 The harsh rattle of a receiver slammed back on its hook without even ''good-by" from him struck her like slap in the face. She hung up slowly, and went back to her work Never since their first meeting, and they had not been exempt from lovers quarrels, had Jack Barrow ever spo- ken to her like that. Even through the telephone the resentful note in his voice grated on her and mystifed her. She was chained to her work-which despite her agitation, she managed to wade through without any radical er- rors-until noon. The twelve-to-one hurry up the street and buy Gazette. Then, instead of going home to her luncheon, she entered the nearest res taurant. She wanted a chance to read, more than food. She did not unfold the paper until she was seated. A column heading on the front page caught her eye. The caption read: Andrew Bush Leaves Money to Ste nographer." And under it the sub head: "Wealthy Manufacturer Makes Peculiar Request to Miss Hazel Weir"
 The story ran full column, and had to do with his interment. There was great deal of matter anent the prin- cipal benefciaries. But that which formed the basis of the heading was codicil appended to the will a few hours before his death, in which he did "give and bequeath to Hazel Weir, un- til lately in my employ, the sum of i five thousand dollars in reparation for any wrong may have done her."
 Hazel stared at the sheet, and her l face burned. She could understand now why Jack Barrow had hung up his receiver with a slam. She could 1 picture him reading that article and ! gritting his teeth. Her hands clenched 1 till the knuckles stood white under 1 the smooth skin, and then quite ab- ruptly she got up and left the restnu- rant even while a waiter hurried to take her order. If she had been a man, and versed in profanity, she could have cursed Andrew Bush till his soul shuddered on its Journey through infinite space. Being woman. she wished only a quiet place to cry.