Evening star., 1922-01-22

DW HER.
book and pencil and rushed into Alli-
son Hurd's ONCE.
"A letter to Mr.. Lyons, please" she
directed, and began forthwith.
Il feel that. everything considered.
It is best for me to offer my resigna-
ton as advertising manager. This I
therefore do, with the request that it
be accepted at your earliest con-
venience."
To which she added: "Please type
it at once and bring it to me to sign"
"Of course he won't accept it,"
Marie assured herself. "And the
frocks will sell and everything will
be. all right again."
When noon came she left her lunch
untouched to go down and look at
the fatal frocks. They hung dis
played in all their glory. as delicately
hued as fairy's trousseau. Marie
had been prepared to hate them. but
the first sight Of them opened up a
vista into her own not so remote
childhood. Then Aunt Jane had made
all her dresses-and Aunt Jane was
what is described as q good plain
sewer.
IF I could have had a dress like
one of these just once." she thought,
Il think would have died of pure
joy!"
ut seems as If they must SELL" she
said, unconsciously speaking aloud.
Believe me, they don't" remarked a
salesgirl.
They would" retorted Marje-but
to herself, Tf mothers remembered"
AS she opened her lunch it grew on
her.
III somebody coula only make moth
ers understand" she mused.
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CHE thrust aside her half finished
lunch and began to work out what
was in her mind, because paper and
pencil had somehow become more of
. necessity than sandwiches and
cocoa. Her noon hour passed. but
she still sat there. the rudimentary
copy of her first advertisement before
her. She wondered If it was too silly
to show Allison Hurd and decided
that 1t was. But this did not deter
her from ferretins out a Sunday
paper and cutting out q picture of
the frock used with the advertisement
there and pasting il on her own copy.
THAT looks better" she thought,
holding it OF at arms length.
"Hellow exclaimed a voice behind
her whats thatT'
Marie jumped too late.
Lets have a look at It," requested
Richard Lyons
Marie prayed that the floor might
open up and swallow her. She jumped
again, when he exclaimed:
This is something like! knew she
could do it If she tried. What size Is
she going to run II fn?"
Marie was mercifully saved from
answering.
run what?" demanded Allison
Hurd's cool, assured voice.
Richard turned to her. his face
alight. "This," he explained. holding
up poor Marje's advertisement. I'm
tickled stirf with It,"
"Indeedr Allison's voice was chill
and edged now. MAY see it,"
Taken aback. he let her have 1t. She
cast her eye over it and then let IT
slip to Marje's desk with little con-
tenptuous turn Of her wrist.
May ask where you got it?''
Richard looked bewildered. why
didn't you write it?'
II should hope not. It's positively
puerile."
"why, she isn't even = good sportr
| he thought Then he turned back tc
Marie. "Who did write IT." he asked
abruptly.
suddenly 1t dawn6d upon him.
''Why-you wrote 1t yourself!' h
exclaimed.
"I should have thought" interposet
Allison, you might have guessed"
| Richards eyes went to her. He wal
| only human and not yet thirty; ant
so it was not fair to attribute hi.
tanswer-as Allison did--to his breed
{ ing.
Il am surprised did not" he com
mentsd, in . tone to match hers.
The color flooded Allison's. face
"You will please remember that u
long - am advertising manager
an responsible In tho public mint
/, for what appears over the store sig
nature. Therefore. I prefer"
II am sorry." he broke In. '.But n
you have already rendered your resig
nation"
Allison waited for no more. And
although her breeding was surely d
the best. 1t cannot be denied that hel
office door slammed behind her. Tn,
impact made Marie jump-and appar'
entity restored power Of speech to her
"oh. I'm 30 sorryg she murmured
unhsppily.
Richard did not hear her. '.I'll taxi
charge Of this" hs told her. ana d.
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