New Britain herald., 1927-07-08

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 Sally Jerome. 20. and pretty ant clever, is the prop and mainstay 0. her family in the absence of hel father, who has been separated from her mother for nine years.
 The family consists of Mrs Jerome, the twins, Beau and Millie and Sally. herself. Mrs. Jerome is g semi-invalid, so Sally does the housework mornings and office work for old MT. Peevey in the afternoons
 In the flat below the Jeromes' fiat lives young Ted Sloan, who's in love with Sally, Sally, however, has small interest in him except as dancing partner. She adores to dance.
 The only man she is sentimentally | interested in is young MT. John | Nye, whose real estate office is office. She doesn't know him. how ever, and doubts that he even knows what she looks like. On hot Monday in August, Millie comes into Sally's office with news that she has quit her job because her late employer tried to make love to her. Sally, however, knows that the real reason for Millie's quitting was because he did NOT try to make love to her. Beau's best girl, Mabel Wilmot, has told Sally that Millie will never stay in any office where she doesn't "get thrill"
 Millie happens to catch glimpse of young Mir. John Nye across the hall and is immediately determined 10 get a job in his office if she can. Sally is dreadfully afraid that she will Somehow she hates the idea of the vampish Millie working for Nye.
 But Milie is forestalled when Nye leaves his office, evidently on his way to lunch. She starts home, dis appointed, after borrowing s2 from Sally. Later on that afternoon Sally smashes a bottle of Mr. Peevey's s milk in the corridor, and young Nye happens along and goes to buy an- other bottle while Sally clears up the broken pieces of the first one. (NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY)
 CHAPTER W
 It was 3 o'clock that afternoon be- fore Sally finally set the lukewarm milk and the whole wheat biscuits on Mir Peevey's desk.
 Just three hours after my regu- lar lunch time." he snapped out at her, pushing his glasses back on his forehead and scowling up at her. "This'll never do, my girl. I've got to have my food on time or not at all.'
 Sally might have pointed out to him that it wasn't her fault that he had made a dentists appointment at his regular lunch time.
 She might have reminded him that he had not stepped into the office until ? o'clock that afternoon. In fact, there were two or three sharp things that she might have said to him.
 But she never even thought of them. Her mind was so filled with the thought of John Wye across the hall that she was too happy to let MT. Peevey-or "Old Peevish." as Millie called him always-bother her.
 All the long hot afternoon, while she typed Mr. Peeycy's letters, while she took down his slow, fussy die tation, her thoughts were busy with John Nye.
 How old was he? Was he married? She was sure that he wasn't. He did not look like the type of man who would speak to a damsel in distress. and help her out of her trouble, if he were married. There was an honest, steadfast look in his eyes that spoke of an honest and decent character.
 Words may lie, actions may lie, and faces may lie. but persons eyes will give him away 99 times out of 100.
 T wish I knew him better" thought Sally Jerome, who never had wished that of any man before in her busy life. But he'll probably never look at me again. So that's that, and l may as well forget him."
 She tried to-but without any suc- cess at all.
 At five o'clock MT. Peevey put on his un-browned Panama, and an- nounced that he was going to knock off for the day.
 You'd better start home early to- night, Miss Jerome" he said. Its pretty hot weather, and you look tired. Good night"
 As he opened the door she caught a glimpse of the office across the hall. John Nye was standing in the middle Of it, talking to a young woman in white.
 He looked Up and his eyes met Sally's, for just an instant. Then the door swung to.
 II was 6 o'clock before Sally had finished MT. Pcoyey's letters. He was always advising her to start home early, and then giving her so much work to do that she could not