The Beaver herald. [volume] (Beaver, O.T. [Okla.]) 1895-1923, 1921-04-21

Of the moment and let her eyes wan
der across the private Office to a desk
ut which sat Dick Roulton, the hand
some private secretary to Jasper
James, head of james K Co., a top
notch firm In the Grand Rapids furni-
ture industry.
The sigh was occasloned by the fact
that June nearly loved Dick. n of
the points In the young gentleman's
favor was, of our his progresses
ing appearance. lie was dark of
complexion, tall of stature and ath-
letic of physique; but the thing Of all
things that made June nearly love
him was his adorable personality.
June was aware. too, with a WON
ans ability to see, that Dick cared
much for her, although not once had
he preached the subject. The sigh
was because she did not completely
love him. instead of nearly. She knew
II proposal was imminent.
"What n wonderful man." she told
herself, AS she watched him working
with IA pen, probably signing Jasper
James name to some letters she re-
Gently had typed. "What a wonder
full man, with his looks and person
allty, II he only had some of the
boss great supply OF force and exec
utlve ability to 20 with them"
June's eyes flashed from Dick to
Jasper James, rotund and pompous,
reading letters with furious energy.
n after another, at still another
desk.
such force !" June whispered, TAX
Ing note of the mlddle-aged mans
concentrated scowl. "And what an
enormous fund of executive ability
lies behind those little eyes. oh, II
Dick only had some Of it-then l
would marry him In a minute. It's
the only obstacle"
June arranged her hair, which
needed no arranging, and busted the
Intricate mechanism of her typewrlt-'
err with a long-handled brush. With
large brown eyes and those curly
dark tresses and finely chiseled fea-
lures she seemed meant for a man
like Dick. But there was that big
obstacle.
The great man at the other desk
was leaning back In his chair, holding
n hand back of his head while he
glared at a letter held In the other.
Shafts of fire seemed to dart from his
eyes, and June would not have been
surprised to see the letter fare into a
blaze.
"Yes, brains are more to be ad-
mired than beauty In a man." June
unused. "Some day IL the boss asks
ms I'll be tempted to consent" She
knew that Mr.. James, too, cared for
her, although, like Dick, he had never
voiced his sentiments. He was a
bachelor and rich. and the latter fac
tor was something to be considered,
although be II to June's credit that
love meant more to her than wealth.
They were Il happy business family,
the three of them. .Formalities were
dispensed with In this inner office of
the big industry. The boss, his right
hand man and chief stenographer
worked together for the interests of
the firm, and the business prospered.
While June thus idled away her
time with cogltations, things sudden
ly happened.
The great Mr.. James bounced from
his chair. evidently having arrived at
a decision of much moment. His voice
rang through the room.
"Quick. Miss Alton and Mr.. Roul-
toni Get on your coats and hats
We've got to motor at once to Hast
lngs. The success Of the big Jones
contract is involved. The directors
are meeting there right now. and we
must arrive before their conference
ends, or we lose"
Within the space of Ave minutes
they were seated In Mr.. James tour
ing car, heading at as rapid a pace
as the law permitted for Robinson
road, which led to the city of Hast
ings, thirty-eight miles distant. Dick
vas at his wheel, with his boss and
the latter's s~tenographer In the ton
neau. June had u big pad and some
well-sharpened pencils with her, for
II was hoped some documents would
have to be rushed through the type
writer.
Eight miles they Travelled, before
anything happened; then bang |"
went a tire, and before the car could
be brought to a stop, "bangw went
another.
'"rwo blowoutsp exclaimed Dick.
as he stopped the car beside the road.
n was afraid these tires were about
ready TO quit. Luckily we have two
Inflated extras" While he was speak
ing he had turned up the front seat
and was extracting jacks, tire irons
and other implements.
The great Mr.. James was fussing
and tuning over the delay.