The Birmingham age-herald., 1923-02-25
MAGAZINE

"Your goat? Go onr retorted Wizard Weeks peevishly. 'It's my goat.'
 Thereupon they mixed and struggled; but the tether was in Teddy's hands at last.
 Dreams are haunting things; they come back to fellow and occupy his mind in the middle of the busy day, when he should be studying to propitiate his father.
 It was swift and resolute courtship that Al Acton waged against Mary Starr. Before long it had become so serious that Cunningham, Charters and Daley stepped aside and let the master of the wire de- partment have the field to himself.
 When Acton would bend intimately over Mary's desk, Ted would pull his eyeshade low to shut out the sight. There is no better aid to concentration than an eye shade pushed low. Thus Yccoutered one morning he was enablet~to detect an as- tonishing discrepancy in a requisition upon the parent company in Pittsburg.
 "Acton, see here."
 The big chap swung across from Mary's desk to Ted's.
 Where d'you expect to store all this copper? Going to lease the First Regiment Armory, maybe?"
 Acton gave appalled, attention to the fig ures and muttered sentiments dscreditabe to typists.
 "You can't pass the buck Al. Here's the error again in your own copy"
 It was too bad to annoy the model and in- fallible Acton in this manner; but a man who expects to become big game hunter in the near future has to practice on some thing. Teddy gave himself tally and felt almost self-respecting enough to go across to Mary's desk and lean intimately upon it then and there. But Old Man Weeks walked in just then, looking uncommonly austere, and the eyeshade came down.
 Nevertheless, it occurred to him that it might be well to save Marp from the error of thinking there was only one rising young industrialist in Universal Electric. Hence Mary had occasion next morning to thank MT. Acton for superb bouquet of English violets that she had found upon her desk.
 Sorry said the thanked one gloomily, 'but Pm not the party"
 ''Then who is?'
 Acton conducted cautious interrogations Cunningham, Daley and Charters pleaded innocence, and the dark horse was not dis closed
 Mary wore the violets at her work. .in the clubroom, where they received wide and fa- vorable notice from some hundreds of sen- timental young gun, chewers. When Mrs. Lormer dropped in to encourage the well fare department, the blooms were again ad- mired, and Mary was again reminded
 q don't know where they came from" she confessed "No, they are not MT. Ac- ton's."
 Strange said Mrs. Lormer. q wonder do you suppose Teddy Weeks"
 "Oh, I'm sure not" said Mary.
 At home that evening Mrs. Lormer gos- siped. Was Ted Weeks still counted among Mary Stars loonys?
 q doubt it., Lormer answered. "He never goes near; just keeps his head in his desk and digs. He's regular woodchuck of way there.'
 She mentioned the violets.
 'Td like to know," her husband unused. eff that persecuted cub is plotting some thing. I'd just like to know"
 In the line of his duty, the general super intendent approached the third vice pres- ident day or two later with suggestion. It had to do with a marvellous economy heat ing system rumored as operating somewhere in Quebec.
 "Sure, let him go," said Weeks. "He may as we'll be chasing wild geese in Canada as fooling around here. But why not send a practical man?"
 'sIm sending one," said Lormer