The Indianapolis times., 1929-01-30

An exclamation made the girl
raise her eyes, but did not star
tie her, for she had been expect
ng it. Directly across the mar
row airshaft that separated two
wings of the Starbridge build.
ing, broad window, exactly like
the one from which Ruth
leaned, framed a young man s
head and torso.
The January sun, which was
really quite cold, seemed to the
girl to gather all its shivery
rays and concentrate them
for borrow warmth, upon the
coppery-brown head of Jack
Hayward.
Ruth leaned further out Of the
window, impetuously, her arms
reaching toward the man who
looked like a sun-god to her, the
man to whom she had just become
engaged.
Pealously, the pigeons took wing
and f1uttered Indignantly away-all
but the black pigeon, which clune
stubbornly to her finger, his beady
black eyes flashing from the girl
to the man.
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"nh, Beautiful" Jack called soft
Oly. Little snow princess
with the sun in her golden hair
You're too beautiful! Go put or
your big yellow spetacles and slick
back your hair. I'm jealous even
of Satan, and he's jealous of mel
Lookl I believe he'd like to peck
my eyes out!"
Ruth laugher, then very gently,
so as not to frighten Satan away
she reached into the pocket of hel
sweater. In moment she was
holding the struggling pigeon
against her breast, as her quick
deft little fingers wrapped slip OF
paper with a typed message-"I love
you"--about one of the tiny rec
legs, securing it with bit of black
silk thread whcih she kept in the
Office for darning runs in the sober
stockings she had always worn to
work until today-today!
"If you have any bread crumbs,
Mr.. Hayward" she laughed, ''you
may be able to learn something tc
your advantage" And she let the
black pigeon f1utter away.
Then, because she heard the door
of the outer Office. where she was
supposed to be opening the Morn
ing mail. she drew in her head
bringing a glittering, imprisoned
mass of hair into the soberly but
richly furnished room where
Handsome Harry Boardman con-
Quoted business which had need
of every artificial aid to make 1t ap-
pear respectable.
For Henry P. Borden was one OF
those financial vultures that prey
upon the cupidity of men and the
credulity of women who have hard
earned savings or pathetic little
legacies to invest.
His favorite boast to the sleek
haired, collegiate looking young
stock salesman who worked for him
was that he was always within the
law" but Ruth, in growing disgust
had come to hope that the Law
would not always be so obligiEgly
elastic.
But now-now-there was no neec
to worry about Harry Borden'S
crookedness or about his offensive
pri2ate life, or about anything ir
the world. For since exactly |:
o'clock last night she had been en-
gagged to be married to John Car.
rington Hayward, who was listed or
the bulletin bo1rd of the Starbridgt
building as Insurance Broker"
Brokerl The dear, delightful boy.
ishnesS of that title, Ruth thought
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ly made enough selling life insur.
ance to pay the rent on his suite o.
two small of1cesl But she loved tn,
courage with which he Stubbornly
kept them, the boyish cocksurenes:
of future success which made hin
splurge now on front"
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TTULLO. Ruth Any mail fo.
/ i the future President of til,
United States?" a cocky, nasa
young voice called from the QUITE
Office.
Ruth smiled, dimple which sh,
did not have to repress any Longer
tugging at the corner of her ador.
able little mouth. Then she Sseppee
through the door that divided Bor.
den's private office from the bi.
outer office which served as a re.
eeption room and as an Office foi
Rorden's secretary and messengel
boy.
Benny Smith. II. and just be