New Britain herald. [microfilm reel] (New Britain, Conn.) 1890-1976, 1927-07-06

Il am, and I'm Just as sorry as ]
can be-" Sally answered him breath
lessly. But she didn't look the least
bit sorry, and she hummed softly
to herself as she took the electric
stove from the top OF the filing
case and opened the tin biscuit box.
Don't do that. I don't want to
eat now. Got date with the dem
fist for twelye-thirty." Mr.. Peevey
said Grossly. pulling his big tnrnip
of a watch from his pocket. BE
back here at two sharp. Have my
lunch ready for me them"
He clapped an antique Panama
hat upon his head and hurried out,
bouncing along on his rubber heels
The office was hot and stuffy. and
as soon as he was gone Sally flung
open the door that led into the outer
hall.
"Whew." she said, dropping down
behind her desk and patting her
face with her damp handkerchief.
1t was then that she first noticed
that the office across the hall had
been rented at last. 1t had been
empty for a year. But now the door
stood open. and upon the ground
glass pane was some gold-and black
| lettering.
Sally got up and walked out into
the hall to take look at It.
JOHN NYE. REAL ESTATE"
1t read briefly and simply.
Beyond the door the office was
simply furnished with plain brown
mahogany and a fawn-colored rug.
| There was no one in 1T.
But as she stood there gazing into
the room. an inner door swung
| open and the dark young man of
the elevator appeared upon the
| threshold.
Sally wasn't sure whether he saw
her standing there or not. II he
did he gave no sign OF 1t, and In a
second she was back in Mr.. .Peevey's
little room with its old files, Its worn
ledgers, and its general air of fus-
siness and confusion.
Somehow or other, no matter how
hard she worked, Sally never could
make Mr.. Peepey's office look the
way It should. For none Of the
furniture matched, the rug was a
fanciful blue-and-green-and red
affair, and Mr.. Peevey's own chair
was glorified by a large and puffy
seat cushion covered with Turkey
red calico.
Like most girls who work In Of
fices, Sally would have liked
room In which she could take some
sort Of pride-a room like the one
across the hall.
The door Of 1t stood open, and
Sally could see her friend of the
elevator standing at the window,
gazing down into the busy street
below. His feet we're wide apart, and
his hands thrust into his pockets.
He was whistling softly. and Sally
cooked an ear to listen.
"High-high-high
up on the hill"
She smiled to her self as she rec
ognized the little tune. She won
dered II he were thinking Of a
green and sunny hilltop with the
wind ruffling the long grass, making
1t simmer like silver. d. She
wondered il there were some girl in
his life who went driving with him
into the open country sometimes
:. /. +. who sat on hill-tops with
The sound Of tapping heels came
from the hall. and suddenly a
figure all in pale summary green
flashed into the little room. Millie.
"Hello!" she cried, and came and
sat on one corner Of her sisters
desk, swinging her long silk-sheath-
ed legs gracefully. The air in the
office slowly became sweet and
heavy with the strong scent Of the
perfume she used.
What dump this Isl" she went
on, taking In the little room with
scornful eyes. II didn't know they
had offices like this any more-And
what on earth is this for?" She
gave the electric stove a push with
one highly-manicured finger.
HdI ) WIlcTo neat MT. feeVeyS
milk for him." Sally answered
blandly. HE has 4 weak stomach
and I always fix a little lunch for
him at noon"
Mile giggled. A soft giggle that
had sharp edge to it, somehow or
other.
well, you ARE a simp!" shs
said. TT anybody asked ME- to dc
a thing like that, I'd be right there
with hard-eyed stare and a cold
turn-down. What does your Mr..
Peevish think he's getting for $40
a week-a cook and waitress, as
well as sterographer?"
Without waiting for reply she
went on In her soft lazy drawl:
Il quit my own job fifteen min
utes ago. Just put on my hat and
walked out Of that place."
She took a cigarette from a paper
package and looked down at It
thoughtfully.
How did that happen" asked |
Sally. AS she spoke she remember.
ed what Mabel Wilmot had said \
that morning about Mile and her