The Rock Island Argus and daily union. (Rock Island, Ill.) 1920-1923, 1922-03-20
RED HEAD AND RED HEARTS.
BY Mary louise ST9tSOn.
-Cnnrrirht 1929 nv Wheeler SIN


| Copyright, 1922, by Wheeler Syn
dictate, 1nCD
| Doris was angry, SO angry that
| her eyes flashed and her face fam
ed to match her hair. Red hair is
inherited quite as truly as pug
noses and receding chins, and it's
mighty mean OF folks to be for
ever talking about temper when
ever Doris does the perfectly nor
NAL thing as she did that wretChed
I day in the office when a thousand
| little devils had possessed the add
ing machine, the typewriter, the
clients, and, worst of all. that
young lawyer who had just become
one of the firm Of Williams &
Crane. He was the Crane, OF
course. Williams was in Chicago,
hence, perhaps, the boldness of
those de,estable little devils that
had run riot at the Office from $50
to ).
Why should Doris know anything
about that old citation. anyhow?
1t didn't concern her in the least;
she had never seen nor heard tell
of the persons mentioned therein,
and the paper had never been
handed to her. Crane had tucked
it into his own private pack. and
what girl with any pep at all, re-
CARELESS of hair, Doris wanted to
know, who would not have been
angry at being reprimanded for a
carelessness not hers and before a
third party, too?
Well, Doris Jared; Crane. per
haps because his hair is black,
glowered and growled and then
snapped out his verdict, namely,
that Williams & Crane could dis
pense with Miss Newelrs services
on the following Saturday night.
Now. that perfectly awful day at
the office, though the 18th, was
only Tuesday. Doris, sitting alone
in her little back bedroom, and
wondering how a red-headed girl
discharged for loss of temper
should proceed in the securing of
new position, smiled satiricalIy
Lucky for me it's not Friday,
the 18TH she thought. Pm five
days to the good, instead of only
two. So why worry? I'm hungry
When I've had some crackers and
cheese, maybe I'll get an idea
But the little table was scarcely
spread with it's tiny white cloth
when the fire alarm sounded
Doris listened, indifferently az
first, then with an alertness for
quick action Forty-nine. The
Emerton building, front office of
Huhi oh hry q
Crane, lawyers.
In certain drawer of a certain
desk in that Office were a little
black apron, pair of white OIL
cloth sleeve protectors. and a bar
or two of sweet chocolate, all be-
ing the property OF the humble
stenographer OF the firm, but it was
not of these Doris was thinking as
she dashed into her outdoor wraps
and sped back downtown, her over
shoes tapping in the wind, no so
much because of style, as because
of haste.
Arrived at the familiar stairway.
she was relieved to find that as vet
the flames had not reached it. She
few up one flight. two flights. and
burst into the office The room was
orderly, the ianitor having entered
after the exit of dark proved law
yer, redheaded. fIaming-cheeked
stenographer. and the whole CO.
terie of little devils, but the pre-
cious documents were stacked awav !
behind the heavy doors of the |
vault.
With quick fingers. trained not to |
tremble. she worked the two COM |
binations. seized tray of paper,
as many books as she could thrust