Atlanta tri-weekly journal. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1920-19??, 1921-09-08

TARRIET locked her hands in
~ her lap to keep them from
L I trembling and thus showing
e the excitement she felt. Hope
+ began to course through her veins;
she felt at last as though she were
about to accomplish something.
'I just read the headlines" she
said, and to her surprise her voice
sounded casual enough. She had
been afraid it would tremble, but it
centrated on the help-wanted col
umnS."
Miss Watson nodded. "Of course.
Well, do you think you'd like the
job? If you do, I'll take you down
there in the morning. This girl
and you know how it would be if
they advertised for girl right now.
The place would be sWamped with
curious women"
IT don't know how to thank you,"
Harriet said shyly, putting out her
hand and rising as Mss Watson
stood up suddenly.
There's nothing to thank me for.
I hope some one would do the same
for me if l were stranger ana
needed friends" She took Harriet's
cold fingers in her firm, warm clasp.
said shyly.
"Of course Veal be friends" Miss
Watson returned promptly. 'And
now you can go to bed and not worry
any more about a job; I'm sure
eyerytning is g0ing TT to w be ali off r moV
ing with a brisk efficiency that Hare
riet envied. she felt so fearful of
what she was about to do.
The next morning after a fairly
good nights sleep, Harriet was down
at breakfast at 1880. Miss Watson
and several of the other boarders
were already in their places, and
they all nodded pleasant.S enough.
Harr1et's spirits began to rise. After
all, she was approaching her goal
at last, and if she did succeed in
discovering the thief and proving
cent, some day she might look back
upon all this as part of a very bad
dream.
She ate her breakfast with the
hearty appetite of youth, and a little
after was walking briskly down
Fltty-seventh street, Miss Watson
at her side.
Seen in the bright light of day
Miss Watson was not as young as
Harriet had thought. There were
fine lines about her eyes and her
mouth looked bitter, as though her
But her eyes behind the tortoise
she'll glasses were bright, and her
thin face was interesting.
On the way downtown she talked
to Harriet about the firm of Harmon
& Graves, little suspecting that Har-
riet had heard nothing else from
Harry for the last year.
Grace Raymond tells me that this
Barry Neil is a very likeable young
chap" she told Harriet "She
doesn't believe he could have taken
the money, and that's why I pitched
into old Mrs. Slocum last night"
But you believe that the wife
may have made off with it, don't
you?" asked Harriet, her heart beat
ing uncomfortably fast and conscious
that she was treading on dangerous
territory.
"I think there's a chance G.: it,
yes. You see, L know what it is to
scrimp along on barely nothing, and
the boy may have been tempted be-
yond his power to resist"
woman then?" Harriet asked the
question with her heart in her
mouth.
"No, that's just it, no one at the
office has ever seen her, that's why
they're finding it hard to trace her"
They were in the subway and it
was difficult to talk above the roar
of the train. Across the aisle man
was reading the morning paper. Har-
riet had not dared to buy one at the
subway entrance for fear that Miss
Watson might notice her interest,
and strange to say, Miss Watson had
in her lap quite within Harriet's
reach and yet she could not put
forth hand to touch it.