The Bozeman courier., 1927-12-02

She swung around and met his eyes.
He looked dangerously angry.
If you are in earnest" he said, "it's a
good job for a beginner"
I'm quite in earnest" answered Peg.
Then drop in and see me-"
There's your chance" said some one,
laughing, for the talk was growing a lit
tie heavy for the place and hour
I'll take it," said Peg, raising her chin
a bit. I'll be around in the morning"
He nodded abruptly, wondering in a
quick panic what he had said that for.
He didn't want her in his office, Of all
places.
Yet there she was, after four weeks,
still disturbing him. She was at the out
er edge Of the room, where the clerks
sat, and she never took his dictation.
She wasn't good enough for that. She
ala form letters and invoices and such
things in the most inconspicuous fashion.
But when he entered the room in the
morning he knew she was there. He
knew the way her hair rounded over her
ears, the very bend Of her shoulders at
her typewriter. 1t was more than troub-
| ling. This sort Of thing could get to be
an obsession, he told himself. There was
no reason why he should wonder where
she got her lunch or whether she ate
enough, no reason why he should feel
like a fool getting into his car because
That was her lookout.
She'd said she didn't want anything to
do with him for some incoherent rea-
son; she'd laid him out. But Calhoun's
thoughts no longer went neatly around
his head. On top of his plans for din
ner an absolutely foolish notion would
be found lying, some ridiculous thing
about dinner with Peg opposite him
in a house to which he had the key.
Preposterous ideas.
He lived his orderly club life, as usual,
going through it from setting up exer-
cises to bridge, but always with the new
faint sense Of mockery clinging to it, as
\ if he knew that it was family ludicrous
to live so. Delicatessen love-light
housekeeping with life. He couldn't even
take a girl out, although he tried it,
without remembering that And yet in
spite Of everything, there was a certain
excitement about living, even about get
ting up in the morning, that seemed to
have come over him suddenly.
) Ethyl Bird, meeting him on the street.
called him to the window Of her electric
and told him he was looking splendid.
You look so -ft, Cal. How's every
Fine"
'Is poor Peg oBrien still in your Of
"why poor? Yes"
"Oh, don't know. I've Just been
5 hearing things. The poor girl tries SC
} hard, but don't see how she can keeT
that family going"
He frowned. Ethel's pity annoyed him
, Ethel didn't have any right to pity Peg
4 Who was she to be so superior2
"Oh, I guess she can look out for her.
3 self"
( "she could. But that old mani Ane
that whining julie. They're simply fas
tened to her. I must go around and
:" cheer her up"
He CHANGED the subject abr11ntlv I'm
that afternoon he-ooked up the OBriel
: address in the telephone book and late
: in the evening went out for q walk pas
t the house. It wasn't a bad house, for
double one. Probably she couldn't NEE
a the rent. Surely she couldn't, II the oll
y mans money was giving out. He looke'
Y up at the windows, wondering whicl
d were hers and q rush Of raw feeling cam
s into his heart and embarrassed him. III
t turned away abruptly and went arounl
u the corner.
ri The little delicatessen shop was stil