The Indianapolis times., 1929-01-30
moist, as if he had just run an
anticipating tongue over them.

moist, as if he had just run an
anticipating tongue over them.
"ATOTHING very important, Mr..
1% Borden" Ruth answered,
without turning her head. Oh, if he
would only go on into his office and
close the door!
But Borden paused, his hand on
the knob of his door. "Any calls?"
Ruth's hands shook a little as she
adjusted her spectacles with
frmbling haste over ears which were
now covered with cleaning golden
curls.
"OnIy one," she answered, in her
meek, tinid little voice. "The
woman with the beautiful contralto
voice. I asked her if she would leave
her name, but she said no." She
rose, gathered up the mail, the or
child tinted letter topping the stack,
and faced her employer.
''That voice may sound beautiful
to you, but believe me, I'd rather
listen to a riveting machine -Hullo!
what have you done to yourSelf?"
AS Benny Smith had done, Harry
Borden took her in, from the top of
her curl-crowned head to the toes
of her enchanting little pumps.
Ruth pursed her mouth, and
looked as much as possible like the
mouSe-like little creature he had be-
come accustomed to and had
ignored.
"It-it's the clothes, Mr.. Borden.
II saved some of my salary, and
But please, Mr.. Borden, there's q
letter from HendrickSon in Chicago.
He's sold 10000 shares of that Nu-
gas stock, in spite of what the
chemist reported"
The potential lover vanished and
the shady financier took his place.
"Hendrickson's a fool, but a good
stock salesman. Wire him to-"
They passed on into Borden's pri-
vate Office, and as her employer
gave her instructions regarding
Hendrickson, Ruth laid the stack Of
opened letters, topped with, the
orchid tinted Personal envelope,
upon the immaculate green blotter
of the fiat-topped brown walnut
desk.
Before she reached her chair on
the opposite side of the desk Borden
tipped the orchid letter aside, with
a muttered oath, then stuck it, un-
opened, in the breast pocket Of his
vest.
"I wonder if he ever answers one
of them, and why she keeps on
writing him if he doesn't" Ruth
reflected, then looked up from her
notebook to find her employers eyes
regarding her quizzically, calculat-
ingly.
Little Miss Cinderella in person!"
he chuckled. Funny what a per-
manent wave and box of rouge
will do for girl"
eyes, Mr.. Borden" Ruth answered
in her meek, tirnid voice-the one
last scrap of disguise, except for the
yellow spectacles, which was left to
her. What luck that he thought
her curIs had come out Of a ma
chine, her complexion out of box!
There's an urgent letter from
Nathan in Los Angeles. He's de-
manding larger commission on
Bakersfield Oil, since the new field
is failing. What shall I write him?"
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DORDEN consented to be lured
ID into dictation.
Write me out check for $500
cash." the promoter said at last,
hinging his personal checkbook
across the desk to her. "And go to
the bank yourself. won't you? Then
stop at the station and get me a
drawingroom and two roundtrip
tickets for Winter Haven-train
leaving at 2:f5 this afternoon. Wire
the Hotel Winter Haven for a suite
best in the house. Reserve the
rooms In the name of Mr. and Mrs.
II. P-let's see-what other sur
name begins with B?"
.Benton?" Ruth suggested. in a
small, innocent voice.
"All right. But make note Of
It on the ticket envelope for me,
please. Guess who hrs. Benton viii
be, Cinderella n
fTn Re rnufsnued1