, 1920-01-15
PICKWICK's
PAPER
By HELEN A. HOLDER

>Ao'Nt ~ oae AAof "oo wv
intent on minding its own affairs to
bother about the cratic behavior of
any particular individual.
Carlotta Smith was one of the throng
surging past the Stanwix building.
When she came opposite the wide-open
door she hesitated, walked toward the
entrance, but again turned and passed
on down the street.
Coming back, she paused once more,
then hurried on.
The third time there was no hesita-
ton. With grim determination she
approached the entrance and walked
boldly in.
There were three or four men who
left the elevator at the thirteenth floor
with Miss Smith. She envied them
their knowledge of where they wanted
to go.
Opening off the hall, there were no
less than five doors, each with the
name of Bolton Company" in gold
letters.
MY mother told me to take this
one" counted Carlotta.
Inside, Carlotta found a girl seated
behind a desk. She invited Carlotta
to wait while she went in search of
Mr.. Thomas Doyle.
This isn't so bad" unused Carlotta.
"Tm beginning to think I'll like it."
"Mr. Doyle?" she inquired, as a
young man appeared with her card in
his hand. 81 am Miss Carlotta Smith,"
"Glad to meet you, Miss Smith,"
Her tones had convinced him that there
was much behind the name.
81 beg pardon, MI. Doyle" interrupt
ed the girl from behind the desk. 81
forgot to deliver a message this MORN
ing. Mr.. Bolton wished you to call him
up"
ibid he say when?" asked Doyle.
NO" the girl admitted reluctantly.
'"Then he can wait" which was hard
ly respectful to the president of the
company. 'Please be seated, Miss
Smith,"
81 came to see you began Carlot-
ia.
81 say, Tom, I've been hunting every
where for you" Like a hurricane a
young man burst in with this
ment. 81 beg pardon. 1 didn't know
you were busy, but you forgot to tell
me where that guaranty would most
likely to be found"
Explanations were brief, for in a few
moments Doyle returned.
81 won't take you to my room, for
I've been moved upstairs. A number
of us have beer changed about lately.
W. pon m into Misc CIyn'c ronpn
There is no one there, so / trust we
can continue uninterrupted"
ibid you say Miss Glyn?" inquired
Carlotta.
Doyle's glance followed Carlotta's to
the hat-rack, OF which hung a mans
derby.
"Oh, that might mean the general
mixed-up state we're in just now. Pos
sibly a caller for Miss Glyn. That's
probably it." Doyle spoke confidently.
"She has just taken him somewhere to
meet some one. Take this chair, Miss
Smith; you'll find 1t more comforta-
ble."
But" protested Carlotta, 81 know
from the way it looks"
"You mean the way it's worn" sug-
gested Doyle.
Anyway" continued Carlotta. 'it's
Miss Gyms pet, particular chair. 1t
would never do to have her find me u.s.
ing it."
Even her shoes are distinguished
looking" HI told himself. st seems as
If l have heard her name before. Un,
| 1prhtnlIu n cnnfatu nir1 . II nrnho his
figures daily in the papers"
81 Think" said Carlotta, that what
people say about odious agents and the
way they are treated is all nonsense
Have you had the good fortune to
meet any un-odlous ones" inquired
Doyle lightly.
81 mean the way you have treated
me-" went on Carlotta.
81 don't quite follow" Doyle sat
down suddenly. In case he had under
stood, he would need support.
From what I've heard. I always
thought agents had doors slammed In
their faces. and were sometimes-ot
course, in extreme cases-thrown
downstairs" continued Miss Smith
'Now, / consider I've beer treated roy
ally"
Carlotta waved majestically TOWARD
the footstool.
While she was speaking a man had
quietly entered the room, AS Doyle's
attention was not again claimed. Car
lotta did not mind.
Doyle was so stunned at what he hat
just heard that he forgot completely
his previous threats Of vengeance
against the next intruder.
-" am an agent" continued Carlotta
'for Pickwick's Superior Typewritinl
Paper"
II eve would have guessed It." The
irony In Tom Doyle's voice was lost
on Carlotta. who continued volubly:
you probably use Tryon's, dom
you, Mr.. Doyle? Really, a very inferi