The Birmingham age-herald., 1924-12-14
THE SHOP GIRL, By C. N and A. M Williamson

In the dimness of hail the figure of a man loomed black. His voice was serv- ants voice as he said: "Please be a little careful, Miss, not to trip. We have to keep it rather dark here, but there's plenty of light inside. Let me show you through the hall"
 Win thanked him, but turned inside the door to ask: ."Areh't you coming Miss Leavitt?" (They had never been upon Chris tian name terms).
 "Yes, I'm just turning the key" replied Lily. "Go along, I'll follow"
 Win went on through the dusk dimly seeing paneled walls. She heard the door shut sharply behind her and supposed that Lily had come in, but at the same instant another door opened ahead and soft wave of rosy light flowed out.
 s'Walk in, if you please, miss" requested the tall servant, standing attentive and me- chanically Win obeyed.
 Lily Leavitt had not exaggerated-this was swell house, and "cool as snow." The room into which she had been ushered was a dining room, and at first glance was all .'ne rosy glow-walls, drawn curtains, thick, messy carpet, brocade, upholstered furniture, lamp and candle shades. The table was shining bunch of lilies in gar den of deep red roses seen at sunset, and the glitter of silver and gleam of glass was bright sprinkle of dewdrops catching red western light.
 Win turned her head and looked for Lily Leavitt. Lily was not there, neither was the tall, respectable servant. But smiling man in evening dress was just coming into the room with the ingratiating air of one who is a little late for an appointment.
 ."How do you do, Miss Child?" Jim Logan cordially inquired, holding out his hand. "This is mighty good of you"
 thousand thoughts whirled after each IL. 1to l1 %hn ,NnA chanical horses on circular toy race course such as she had often sold at Peter Rolls. Round and round they wildly turned for an instant, then began to slow down.
 She did not put her hand into the hand that Logan held out, but neither did she turn to run from him. "This is quite a sur prise," she remarked quietly
 "A pleasant surprise, 1 hope?" he sug gested.
 "A sort of practical joke, suppose" the girl said
 'Well, yes, that's just what it is," Logan smiled, evidently wondering at her calmness and not sure whether to take it as good or bad omen. "It seemed to be the only way l could get you to accept any invitation of mine."
 Rather high-handed way!' said Win, shrugging her shoulders. "Still-here l am. This seems to be nice house. Is it yours?"
 "It's my fathers. We're all supposed to be somewhere else for the summer. But I run in sometimes. My servant, Sims, looks after me-"
 'He appears to have made you very nice supper" Wins eyes rested on the table.
 Nothing could be too good for you. If I've got you here-well, sort of under false pretenses, therell be no false pretenses about anything else now I have got you. There's little surprise in those flowers by your plate. l hope you'll like it."
 "A peace offering?" suggested Win light ly.
 "Yes. And a love token. You know I've been Tn love with you, you bewtching thing, just madly in love, since that night in the park. 1 never rested till l saw you again at Peter Rolls. And then l knew couldn't rest until"
 "Waitv' exclaimed Win, putting out both hands to hold him off as he came close. "Wait-rlease" She still spoke lightly. ''l'm your guest. I quite understand that might makes rightp But there's another law-the law of hospitality, isn't there? This is-a great adventure Let me get into the spirit of it before you say or do any more. Give me time-to breathe Where may put my cloak? Perhaps you've long mirror somewhere? I want to see if Pm beautiful enough for my background?"
 Logan yielded to the hands which pushed him away. It charmed him that this tall, spirited creature was taking things in a debonar way.
 ''There's a room next door my mother