The Monmouth inquirer. [volume] (Freehold, N.J.) 1865-1933, 1924-05-01

A PIUCKY WOMAN.

The electric doorbe1 Of No. 81 Flat
street. kits mansions, sounded its
warming note. And David stainer.
turning from his writing table, kicked
aside the waste paper basket with
petuIanee Ill becoming a correspond
ing member of eve continental insti-
tutes.
Here the opening of the study door
brought MIR. stainer to his feet at
once relieved and dismayed In place
Of the youth he had expected to see
there stood in his doorway young
woman, bright-eyed, delicate featured
and las even the unframed mascu-
line eye could not fail to perceive
remarkably well dressed.
'tYour man told me to walk right
In" said a clear, rather high pitched
voice. "But--I beg your pardon-I
came to see Mr.. Stainer. I'd like to
apply for that secretaryship, please
the one advertised in knowledge"
For a brother, perhaps?' stainer
suggested.
mo; for myself"
"But SO much Of the work here is
unworthy of your powers 2 Typewrit-
ing lecture notes and drudgery of that
kind. And | write a shocking handi"
catching weakly at straws after the
manner Of drowning men.
'Tm a .tolerable typist," was the
serene re5oinder. 81 can bring my
own machine, if you like
After this, what could Stainer do
but bow to the decree of fate. and
offer to show Miss Rayner the labora-
tory?
Miss Raynor descended from her
inspection with satisfied air, which
caused Mrs. Van Huyghens-Who sat
awaiting her in the carriage at the
door Of st. Kits mansions-to OBJ
serve sarcastcal1y. .'T presume you
didn't find your impecunious genius
already suited with a typewriter ?"
well, no. Men with frst-class sci
ence degrees don't hurry to hire them
selves out for the wages of a second
class butler, even in this country"
"And are you sure Mr.. Stainer
can't afford to hire?'
"Quite sure. Prof. Hiram Taylor
knows all Mr.. Stainer's circumstances.
He has very little money of his own,
and he gave up practice as a surgeon
five years ago
IN order to devote his whole life to
Bis precious theory2"
ITS a perfectly lovely theory!s
"And the theorist? Is he perfectly
lovely too?"
He's big and kind and handsome
Now, don't laugh, Lucillai You know
I'd do Just the same if he were under.
sized and peevish and eross-eyed."
Il believe you. my dear. Still, I'm
glad Mr.. Stainer's not cross-eyed; it
makes things pleasanter"
@@They'd be pleanant enough-but
for the other man"
What MANI"
"Mr. TIensley-who shares the lab
oratory with Mr.. Stainer, and hates
him, think. He looks like a malig-
nant rabbit"
When do you begin work?"
''Next Monday. You needn't pity
me. I'm going to have a beautiful
time"
From this time forth stainer's ,cour-
tesy became less forbidding. He
began to talk to Louise not of his
work only, but of the hopes connected
with 1t, and when these tagged and
grew faint he turned to his young as
sistant for sympathy.
Perhaps" he said, on one of these
occasions, 81 had better have stuck to
the hospital, after all. Assurgeon has
at least his uses in the world"
"And when the ,Stainer rays have
made of surgery an absolutely exact
science, those uses will be multiplied
hundredfoIdi" Louise retorted.
We've almost got there, Mr.. stainer
we have, indeed. If you weren't
weary this evening you'd see the win
ming post right IN front. as | do"
You're a good comrade," he said
huskily. Thank" went hastily
into his study.
Yes, she was an excellent eomrade,
DAl sAS CHuSS 70 UOuDL dSnSdeyS
straightness. The next time she hint
ed her doubts Stainer frowned, and
wished she would dismiss all such
uncomfortable notions from her
mind"
Nevertheless, from that day forth
Etainer abandoned his careless habit
of leaving notebooks "all over the
place." and self-registering instru-
ments at work in his absence. He
even consented to keep his more i'm
portant papers IN cabinet with a
lock.
Louise's satisfaction in these con.
cessions was the greater that she per-
ceiyed them to displease Robert Hens
ley. He grew every day more like the
malignant rabbit to which she had
once unkindly compared him; and
even Stainer was struck by his per
sistent blackness of temper. At
length this savage humor found vent
In words.
About to leave the laboratory one
day. Hensley stopped to inquire: