The Washington herald., 1922-03-29
MdTpuel'ite HurteT'
CHARACTERS IN THE STORY

Jane snatched her hat and coat
and flew out of the house Is des-
peration. She walked the streets
for q lon gtIme in absolute misery.
who would sympathize with her, II
not her mother?
Jane thought, with some bitter
ness, that a family name isn't easy
to capitalize when a girl has to
ges out into the world and earn a
living!
That was a problem for days. To
get work. To earn a living!
At last, Jane decided to go to Mr..
Reynolds, the stakeholder who had
promised help. His office was very
old-fashioned. Jane had to state
her business to a succession of
clerks, each of whom, when they
discovered that she only wanted
work. made her wait a long times
When she got to Reynolds him
self, he was very informal. smok-
ing vile pipe. in baggy, Impressed
clothes. The office was Uttered and
dusty with everything from fish,
ing tackle to old straw hats on the
shelves. This private office re-
Elected the "boss's" personality, not
much changed from the days when
he made his start keeping country
store.
"what IS It, my girl?" Reynolds
asked with a sway towards the Gus
pidor.
"I need work-and I need hel.
Mr.. Reynolds, I'm afraid I don't
know what's going to happen 70
me-"
Reynolds swung about in his
swivel chair and observed Jane
doubtfully.
You look like you had go,
train you? l got my own way about
a chance"
Thank you" Jane choked.
And forget that other rotten at
fair Pretty rotten. Ell? Wen get
that fellow YETI
Ten minutes later Jane was busy
with half a dozen other girls doing
form work in Mr.. Reynolds office,
The Ajax Nail Company!
Jane hated II!
Work kept pilinE up on her
shoulders like an avalanche. The
head stenographer was always at
her to get things out faster"
When Jane made a mistake, she
would point II out in a loud. COM
planning voice that Jane f.
would echo in Mr.. Reynolds office.
She didn't want him to know she
made mistakes. The salary wasn't
much, but she wanted to keep that
job! She couldn't bear to go home
and face her mother without the
weekly salary. There was the
butcher. the grocer, to say nothing
Of the dreadful landlord, Her
cheeks were becoming sallow. but
she kept on working in that
crowded, windowless office - for
eighteen dollars a week,
One day Mr.. Reynolds came out
of his private office. without his
pipe, and requested Jane to accom-
pany him to his lawyers office Jane
put on her hat and coat. left the
ONCE with the Boss and to the
surprise of the head stenographer.
did not come back all afternoon,
The lawyer was a sharp-faced
little fellow. He looked at Jane out
Of the corner of his eye with an ex-
preston that she knew meant.
You're guilty until I can prove
you're Innocent
He put on a pair Of black-rimmed
out of the file. Reynolds VS.. Ran
doIph" was printed on the folder in
red ink
Mr.. Reynolds sat in silence as the
lawyer PACED through the docu-
ments. Finally he said. This Is
the girl"
II was like a verdict. Jane had
nothing to say.
Aha" the little fellow couEhed.
and went back to the legal papers.
How long were You in the en-
ploy Of said Randolph" he asked
in a high voice.
Not long" Jane confessed
Here, Here! That will never
do You'll have TO answer these
questions truthfulIy"
IT wasn't there long enough to
understand the business very well"
Jane pleaded.
$50 that's it, You'll play tn
| dummy. eh?"
Dummy" Jane asked. Dummy
. Oh. that's what Mr.. Reynolds saiS
because I signed these papers"
You admit you signed the
| papers,
Yes. sir"
where did you Eet-the money to