Fulton County tribune. (Wauseon, Ohio) 1883-1925, 1918-01-11

huOW WHY size SIlOulu De OF any pdIllC-
ular interest.
Lets walk around littie," .ha sug-
gested. The last of the crumbi were
gone.
"AlI right" Barrow assented. Lets
go up the ravine"
They left the log. Their course up
the ravine 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 Weir's 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 talkative; and, as she
caught slightly inquiring glance at
her escort, she made the necessary in
PRODUCTION. So for q minute or two
the three of them stood there eXchang-
ing polite banalities. Then Mr.. Bush
bowed and 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 1 call success"
"Oh, yes, in n business way he's a
success" Hazel responded. But he's
awfully curt most of the time around
the office. l wonder what made him
thaw out so todayT
And that question recurred 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 a steady look
at herself in the mirror. A woman may
never admit extreme plainness of fea-
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 a de-
mure, businesslike office person in So
| ber black and white to a radiant crea-
ture with the potent influences of love
and spring Frightening her eyes and
lending q veiled caress to her every
supple movement, satisfactorily ac-
counted for the sudden friendliness of
Mr.. Andrew Bush.
Miss Weir was unprepared for what
subsequently transpired as a result
of that casual encounter with the man.
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.
It was, therefore, something of 9
surprise to be called into the office OF
the managing partner on Tuesday aft
ernoon. Bush's private stenographel
sat at her machine in one corner.
Mr.. Bush turned froUa his desk a
Hazers entrance.
Miss Weir" he said, 81 wish yol
to take some letters"
Hazel went back for her notebook
wondering mildly why she should b,
called upon to shoulder part of Nell.
Morrison's work, and q trif1e dubiOu
at the prospect Of facing the rapid-fir
dictation Mr.. Bush was said to inflic
upon his stenographer now and ther
When she was seated, Bush took VI
sheaf of letters, and dictated replies
Though rapid, his enunciation was pei
fectly clear, and Hazel found hersel
getting his words with greater eas
than she expected
That's all, Miss Weir" he sait
when he reached the last letter. "Brin
those in for verifcation and signatur
as soon as you can get them done"
In the course of time she complete
the letters and took them back. Bus