New Britain herald., 1928-11-15
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Emmy Milburn. at nineteen,
wanted to lift herself from the sor-
didness of the little street she lived
in, to the heights where she felt she
properly belonged. After a party
given by her rich cousin. Mariana,
she resolved to better herself some
day. Meantime she took a business
course. pald for by her Grandmoth-
-er Pentland. and snubbed. as well
as she could. Robb Hollis, the boy
down the street, who worked in
mill. and who represented the life
she determined never to let herself
sink into.
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CHAPTER XIV
For Emmy the month of January,
1926. WaS not the time Of soul-stir-
ring freedom and change that she
had counted upon for so long.
To begin with. she did not find
position at once. The i.archmont
School of Business had promised to
find one for her. But remember
that good jobs don't grow on bushes
like gooseberries.' Mr.. Larch told
her sharply the fifth time she Went
ito him to ask if he had anything
for her.
Then Emmy started out TO find
one for herself. Every morning at
peep of the cold gray wintry dawn
she would run downstairs to get
the morning paper from the front
porch, She would go carefully aid
hopefully through the columns
and mark the ads that looked at all
promising.
She went about, day after day.
looking very trim and fine and
beautiful in Mariana gray Lat
. and the Shimmering red slicker that
covered up her old fall coat. She
. went about from office TO office.
slowly finding out that her market
value was not very high. Every
body seemed to want a stenogra-
pier secretary who had back
ground Of other Jobs and d good
letter of recommendation.
I'm so discouraged. she said to
Robb one night in the middle of the
month as they sat side by side on
the old graen-plush settee before the
stting-room fire.
"Anna Taylor's quitting her Job
down at the mill Oh the first of Feb
ruary," he answered. Her mothers
not we'll. and they're going to Ari
IONA. You could probably land
Annals job if you went after it."
Emmy turned up her little white
nose and her eyes became tragic.
"rhen would be buried alive she
cried. Flower street all day--and
Flower street all night. ] can Just
see myself getting old down at the
mill the way Anna Taylor has"
For twenty years Anna Taylor had
worked in the office of the mill as
MIR. Jim Tello's steographer. She
was little and gray. Her hair and
her eyes and NEST Of her clothes
were gray. Her skin had taken on
gray tinge. She always made
Emmy think OF little piece OF
wool-fiuff, blown out OF the mill
every night and drifting back into
it every morning.
TN never be Anna Taylor.
Robb. Id rather wash dishes for
living" Emmy declared passionate
ly. I'D rather scrub floors at night
down here in the city hail.
Robb laughed little. You'd
marry me before you'd do that,
wouldn't you. Emmy" he asked.
Then suddenly his eyes became
grave and he turned and took both
of Emmys hands in his, crushing
them until they ached.
IF you ever change your mind
about me. Emmy" he said tensely.
you .know-you know" He did
not finish his sentence. But Emmy
understood him. She knew that he
was trying to let her know the depth
and the lastingness of his love for
her.
A car stopped before the house
with a great scrceching of brakes,
and light. quick footsteps came up
the front steps
When Emmy opened the door.
Mariana was standing there with
two suitcases in her hands. Beyond
her. in the darkness. Emmy could
make. out the roadster that belonged
to Mr.. Jim Baldwin. The street lamp
threw CLEAN along its polished
green sides.