New Britain herald., 1928-07-11
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Iynoa EeHtCn. udu6IiteI VI yum Fenton, q periodical drunkard. has rust obtained her first job as typ ist in the office of Armitage & Son. Her father continually harps upon Lynda's mother how she ran away with | man who had more money than he, and insists every woman has her price.
 Lynda's one friend and compan- ion Is David Kenmore. who has known poverty, and who also works for Armitage & Son.
 The second day in the office she becomes acquainted with Emily Andrews, who cherishes secret fondness for David.
 In the girls rest room Emily gives what she terms the How down on the new stenog." Claire Stanhope champions Lynda. After work that evening Emily introduces Lynda to the bunch" She is made to feel uncomfortable.
 Later she meets David. He takes her to a restaurant and loans her money, and wonders why he's never kissed her. Lynda gives Da- vid her note for money he's loaned her.
 NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY
 CHAPTER VIII
 A LETTER FROM DAD
 David took the note from Lynda and carefully put it in his bill- fold, and with the same seriousness wrote out a check on the bank where a few months before he had opened his first account when he found his father helping himself to an occasional bill or two, which he had hidden under his linens in the bureau drawer.
 The whole transaction amused him very much.
 He never expected to bring this note forward for payment but knew Lynda would be insulted if he told her so. However he did not question its legality any more than she did, and both felt immensely important when the transaction was finished.
 "You learned at school, Lyn," he said, "how to endorse a check. Put your name on the back of this It, tie paper and I'll so with you to- morrow noon and cash it."
 'I also learned not to endorse checks before going to the bank. and then if it is lost no one can cash 1t but me-" returned Lynda, slyly.
 Alta girl" said David. She's already a regular little business woman"
 I'm glad you think so, dear. and want you to know l am more and more grateful for everything you've done for me. If it hadn't been for the thought of you, I'd never have been able to get through this day. I just determined to keep on being myself. and not try to be like them, after heard those girls in the office talk. You like me to be myself. don't you, Davie?'
 God knows I do, Lynda-dear Lynda. When come back from my next trip. l shall have something to say to you"
 ."And land I shall be glad to hear it." she answered, without one touch of coquetry. She did not try to make David understand that she did not know what he meant. But now, I must get home before Dad gets there. I'll see you in the morn ing"
 In . sudden fit of shyness Lyn- da almost ran down the street, aftel she had dropped the check inside her waist. and solemnly shook Da- vid's hand For just moment Da- vid held Lynda's hand. wondering why 1t seemed to have lost tha hard. boyish grip, which he hat always noticed, and had become soft white thing like piece of Nv ink velvet which he wanted to hole against his cheek.
 After she got home, she founc her father had not yet arrived She took off the precious frock anc put on her bungalow apron.
 In the kitchen she found littl' flour and one egg. With this. anc little baking powder. she mixed some pancakes. There was etil enough coffee for cup. This va made in the percolator which Davit had given her for Christmas. Then while waiting for her father, sh started to sweep and dust hi room, opening the windows wide for 1t was foul with the smell 0 sour liquor and rank tobacco.
 How long she waited she did no know, for the old clock in tn church steeple down the street wa the only way of telling the time She must have been so busy she di not notice when it last tolled tn hour. for the early summer twiligh had deepened into darkness. Sh started to light the gas in her ia ther's room, and saw a note hang ing to the gas let.
 A premonition of tragedy set he trembling. even before she opene it. Then she read: