The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1929-02-02
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DENNY SMITHS noisy arrival
ID cut short whatever confidence
Harry Borden may have been about
to make. The employer spoke curt
! " to the Office boy: We'll, Benny,
about time you were drifting back!
Been shooting craps in the alley
again?"
"No, sir" the boy mumbled, flush
ing darby They was a long line
at the stamp window"
There's always a long lire at the
stamp window when you go to the
postoffice," Borden agreed sarcastic
ally. "Listen-and get this through
your thick head: I want you to go
to my apartment and pick up a
couple of bags that my man has
packed for me. Take them to the
station, check them and bring me
the checks. And make it snappy--.
hear?"
Borden passed into his private
Office, but almost Immediately re-
appeared. Bring in the letters you
have finished, Ruth. I'll sign them
now, and Benny, you'd better hold
down this Office until Miss Lester
comes back.
"I don't want it to be left unat-
tended. No telling who'll stroll in.
I'm expecting Adams this morning,
and if he comes in, tell him to wait.
At Borden's first use of her Chris
tan name Ruth flushed with resent
ment, but she obediently gathered
up the finished correspondence and
followed Borden into the private
Office, but not before she had caught
the look of sullen hatred with which
Benny was glazing at his employers
back.
So Benny had noticed that casu-
ally dropped Ruth" too, and was
resenting it passionately. -.
Guess I'm sort of nervous today,
Borden confessed, with a wrY grin
"a weekend at Winter Haven viii
do me good. Who was thai
chap that came in this morning, al
het up over losing money on some
Of my stock?" he asked suddenly.
"He wouldn't give me his name
Ruth answered. "He insisted or
seeing you persUnally-said he WOULD
be back. 1 dealt with him as tact
fully as I could"
"Tact and efficiency are your long
suits, aren't they, child?" Border
smiled. Draw your chair around
to this side of TIE desk. We'd bet
ter go over the figures in this letter
to Nathan. I'm not sure I'm going
to let him hold me up for a bigger
commission. Looks confoUndedly
like blsckmail to me-"
THERE was nothing for Ruth t6
Il do but to obey. She dragged
her chair from its usual place at the
big hat-tcpped desk opposite Bor-
den, and placed it where Border
indicated, with a pointing finger
so close to his own chair that the
legs almost touched.
Look" he pointed to the letter
under his large, well-manicured
hands. Wouldn't you think that
was a big enough commission for
any fy-by-night like Nathan to
make?"
Ruth leaned forward and peered
! through her Spectacles. Borden
laughed suddenly. Bet you could
see better without those goggles,
Ruth Comet I'm going to take
'em off for you.
"Tll bet a hundred dollars your
eyes are just the right shade of blue
| to go with these yellow curlS OF
yours" and his hands reached cut
were about to lay hold upon the last
item of the girls disguise, which
men of Harry Bor6en's type had
made necessary, if she was to be al
lowed to work in peace.
Ruth's head jerked back, hel
small hands going up TO hold his
back. please, Mr.. Bordeni The
light really hurts my eyes" she lied
frantically.
Then somehow she was out of hei
chair, and Borden's left arm WA
about her shoulders, as his right
hand reached determinedly for the
Spectacles.
"a hundred times, afterwards, she
reproached herself bitterly for the
scream that tore out of her throat
After all, he was only trying, half
| iokingly, to take her glasses of
| But as his flushed face almost
| touched hers, and his eyes glittereo
with something more than laughter
she lost control of nerves which hat