New Britain herald., 1927-02-16
e JOHNSON FEATURES INC. 1926

sheet, and fixed themselves in 8 troubled dreamy look on the black night outside the open windows, So he had a secretary, and was letting her write his love letters for him, was her? This was nice thing to do wasn't 1t? Hmm,
 She found herself grinding her teeth a little as she lifted the let ter and went dn with 1t. And then she saw that it was not love letter, after all, For the first time since he had known her, Andy had written her a letter that was not 6 love letter!
 Instead, it was Just the sort of letter you would expect man to dictate to a Very attractive young woman secretary-especia if he were writing 1t to another girl. It was full of praise for the secretary.
 Rotten bad manners!" said Boh- bic aloud to the beautiful yellow damask covered furniture of the guest room.
 She read the letter to the end, It was very business-like, and friendly in a chilly sort of way It closed with, Yours as always. An drew Jerrold."
 "Why, he might be a mere ac- duaintance or something" thought Robbie bitterly looking down at the signature. For two pins, I'd send his old bracelet right smack bang back to him tomorrow--only don't know when I'll need it. I may have to take it to the pawn shop pretty soon, if I'm going to stay out here much longer" She went to the brown mahogany writing desk in one corner of the big bright room with its mirrors, it's bowls of yellow roses from the garden below the windows, with its cushions and lamp shades of old-gold silk.
 She sat there for a long time, with the light pouring down on her yellow gold hair. But she did not move. She just sat there, hold ing the tip of the plumed pen be- tween her lips. and staring at the pale yellow wall with narrowed eyes.
 There really was nothing she could write to Andy. After all he had q perfect right to fall out of love with her if he wanted to. She had never done a thing to make him go on caring for her. She had, on the other hand, told him hum dred times that he never could be anything to her but an awfully good friend. A sort of adopted brother.
 He has a perfect right to fall In love with his secretary, if he feels like doing it." she said to herself. Only hs needn't write and tell me how wonderful she is! I have something else to think about besides Andy Jerrolds office girls"
 And that ras what she finely did write to him;
 Dear Andy: Why waste my time and a sheet of perfectly good paper telling me what q wonderful new secretary you have? Why don't you tell her how marvellous she Is, instead? That might get you somewhere. Yours in disgust,
 Roberta R, Ransom"
 And before she could change her mind about mailing it, she put it into an envelope and went down. stairs. In her thin-soled slippers she flew across the dark hall and porch, the dewy sweep of lawn, and down the stone steps that led to Sunset boulevard. Under the sway ing pepper trees stood a post box
 She dropped her letter into the opening. and hurried back to her room. As she opened the door she heard sound from across the hall, and I.ottie came out of her own bedroom.
 She was in a plain white kimono that she elutehed in her slender brown hands, and her eyes were wide with sleep.
 "Where on earth have you been?" she asked thiclly.
 "Mailing letter to my old beau back home" Robbie tried to sound airy and careless. But voices are like faces-they often tell what We must try to hide.
 And her voice broke on the word beau"
 Lottie gave her q quick look and followed hey into thr iri'rI.