The Press., 1920-04-29
DANIEL WADE
 AS CUPID By LATIMER J. WILSON

S~~~~~~~~~$<~~~~~ x @. 1920. by Mcclure Newspaper Syndicate
 The great interior court sf Electric Square resounded with the unharmoni- ous music of typewriters. When their ''click-clicking" ceased to pour from the hundreds of windows at noon and at five o'clock, the numerous elevators filled to overf1owing and crowds of girls and men swarmed out of the massive doors of the skyscraper. Streams of humanity they flowed down from the lofty heights to swell the al ready flooded current of downtown Broadway.
 It was barely one hour before the opening of the noontide flood gate. The anteroom office boy, that individ- ual in uniform and buttons who de- mands your name and your business, had grown restless. During lull in business he poked his head into the room of No. %, where Miss Maybelle Kinney performed the duties of Stcnographer. In years she was less than twenty-two. while the office boy, heralded merely as Dan, though his name was Daniel Howard Wade. tipped the scale of years at fifteen.
 "Z-z-z-s-tw he significantly sounded in a kind of tongue whistle. Has Mapes asked you to lunch with him today?"
 Get out of here and mind your own business!" commanded the girl threat eningly.
 "I'll bet you're going to lunch with him. Gee! Won't you look fine when you're Mrs. Mapes! Youn get along without a looking glass every time Mapes takes off his lid. Why. May ]: You can curl your hair and paint your lips in the reflection from his shiny top whenever his hats off! Ouchw he screamed in a whisper when the han dle of her paper knife rapped his knuckIes. Steps were heard approach ing the door from the adjoining office. and the boy quickly ducked back into his own room.
 The door opened and a tall. slende young man, somewhat older than May belle came in with handful of let ters. He was not at all bad looking, but the top of his head, the very top was shockingly bare.
 Here. Miss Maybelle, you can look after some of these" Mir. MapeS was about to say more when he sud denly discovered that he had left some thing important in his office. Just as the door closed behind him, Maybelle was summoned to another office by the little call button indicator at her desk. As she started out of the door Daniel pOked his head into the room.
 "Ta-ta! You're going to lunch with The girl reddened and scowled at him. When she came back into her room. about half an hour later, she brought more letters and found upon her desk the one MapeS had gone back to bring. There was also a little note from him, asking her to lunch today. He said he would come by for her at noon.
 Maybelle could think of no plaus- ihle excuse for not going to lunch with her fellow employee of the office staff. She had not thought enough of him personally even to dislike him un- til young Wade began to tease her. Then she could see nothing but Mir. Mape'S depleted summit every time she sat opposite him at the crowded table of the restaurant. His fiery gaze of affection was futile in it's attempt to melt the icy unconcern of her manner.
 He was hopeleSsly in love. though she had not imagined it until Wade pointed the direction of the wind. Now Mapes' attention irritated her and she wanted some polite excuse for refusing him. She walked over and