Evening star., 1924-06-29

$z,SaS.Se II tho ONCE NlIHOQEn MT.
Bipps had needed 1t Immediately.
MY husband Is not here?-I'm Mrs,
Rirps?" she said. VERY we'll; IL he
does come In ana asks IL have been
in, please tell him I have. Tell him
I'm going straight home from here.
and that have what he asked me
to get. Tell him that IL he needs II
before night he can drive out for it,
'oh, the mapeye' said Miss Clark.
"All right. Mrs. Bipps, I'll tell him.
but know he expected you to leave
1t here. The lumber man was going
to stop in before iunch-''
'Yes. Til be at home. tell Mr.,
Bipps," said Mrs. Bipps. The girl
showed no resentment.
"An right" she said. glancing at a
wrist watch that must have cost so
at least (and she getting, officially.
SIS week), but II was the glance
she cast at Mrs. Bipps' coat that made
Mrs. Bipps decide she would never
enter that Office while that girl was
there. She just did not care to have
that girl look at her clothes that
way: not and look at that girls
clothes. Tho comparison was too
odious and too obvious.
MIR. BIPPS was waiting at the
Ava house when Mrs. Bipps reached
home. He had taken another street.
and he did not dare try to drive back
and catch her. He had to have that
money quickly; the lumber dealers
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for it. Tight money!
Mrs. Ripps felt better when she
seen him. You could not look at
Henry and think he was the sort of
man to fall prey to a Kitty Clark /;
you could not look at him and think
he was a man to pay attention to
any outside woman.
Jouncing over the rough ruts of his
home street, rafting over the
smoother streets of downtown, Mr.
Ripps cast his one-ton flivver and
gine with a jerk, and leaped into the
office. He was not too late. The
salesman for the Glen Hutter Lum-
Der Company was still there; he had
not gone back to tell the Glen Hutter
Lumber Company to shut down on"
Mr.. Bipps and to advise them to
take proceedings to collect this
overdue account, which is far too
large and has been running much
longer than it should" He counted
the thousand dollars Mr.. Bipps
handed him. wrote receipt and de-
parted.
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house." Mr.. Bipps told Miss Clark
and dashed out of the office. He did
not return to the office until that
afternoon. coming then for a bundle
Of hinges, but the salesman from
the Glen Hutter Paint Company was
waiting for him.
"Ah-our account" said the Glen
Hutter Paint man.
"Oh, yes, yes, hang it," cried Mr..
Bipps. TIL give you three hundred
on account
The door opened and the agent for
the Eagle Sand Company came in.
"Ah-now this" he said, reach
ing into his pocket for a statement.
"All right! All right" said Mr..
Bipps. MY lord! you folks don't give
me minute to turn around in. Miss
Clark, make a check for two hum
dred for this man. That do, today?
Moneys tight"
We'll, we don't want to crowd you,
Mr.. Bipps," said the sandman. 'If a
hundred dollars would be easier for
you-'
Make that check a hundred, Miss
Clark" said Mr.. Bipps. Easier? You
want to ruin me-wreck me! i"
He jumped to the telephone, it's bell
ringing.
"All right! I'll be rigt up there.
street house, Miss Clark,
if anybody wants me-
or in a rush in his clattering one
ton truck.
"Yes, know; l know!" Mr.. Bipps
began saying some time later. Il
know as we'll as you do that I'm get
ting all tired out. Don't begin say
ing 1 oughtn't to have tackled three
houses at one time: I know 1t. But,
1 tell you, Mary. I've simply got to
keep on the job. / don't get any time
in the Office any more; 1 hate to go
back to it. If it isn't one of those
DANCED fellows with a bill 1t is an
other of them. I don't know what's
going to come of it, moneys so
mighty tight. Everybody piling in
on top of me at once. II the bank
jumps on me I'll be through. But
that's how it is. After is the only
time I've got for what 1 have to do
in the office. And IL 1t wasn't for
Miss Clark I don't know what I would
do. She's fine. She's willing to put
in a couple of hours after dinner a
couple of times q week. So I can't
waste time coming home for dinner.
I run out to . restaurant and set
a quick bite"
IT'S not good for you. You don't
get proper food. Where do you eatr
AT Dirty Dan's--it's 50 mighty
But, mercy! Miss Clark doesn't eat
at that awful placer
"Yes, she does. She's fine, tell
you. We go in there and have q cup
of coffee and q sandwich, or seme-
thing. and We can get back quick.
Well. IL / ever get out Of the jam--"
You'll never" thought Mrs. Bipps.