Brownsville herald. [volume] (Brownsville, Tex.) 1910-current, 1929-03-19
CHAPTER LII

The next morning Betty went to
Mr.. Saunders before Andy came in.
She explained the circumstances OF
her acting IS cashier at the reStaur-
ant at the diner hour.
"Mr. Saunders, I had no thought
Of hiding this" she said. Il simply
had not thought until you came in
last night Of the possibility Of the Of
flee ~objecting to my holding two
positions. If you do object to the
arrangement, I will stop it. Tell me
frankly how you feel about it. ]
don't want to do anything that will
interfere with my work here"
II hardly know what to say TO
you. Miss Brown" he replied,
thoughtfully. If you had told me
when you first came, I believe l
would have objected. Divided
allegiance, serving two masters, and
all that sort Of thing. But against
this theory is the fact that you
do your work here as well as /
could ask you to. You seem to be
pleasing Mr.. Adair. I don't like
to tell you to stop"
Put you would like it better if 1
did," asked Betty.
II can't go even that far. /
realize what it means to a working
girl to pay her board by a couple
Of hours work in the evening. SUP
pose I put it up to Mr.. Adair.
senior. and see what he says"
Il would rather drop it," said
Betty. She had never been intro
duced to Andy's father. but knew
him as a hite-haired old gentle
man. generally in golf knickers. He
rarelv came into the office. When
he did he paid little attention to
the details of the business.
"Oh, he isn't a hear!" laughed
Saunders. HE just Wool! Woofs!'
like one"
IF you think best. then" Betty
went back to her work.
In a few minutes Saunders came
to her office. mfr. Adair wants to
talk to you. Don't be scared Of
him. He's all right. He says that
Andy won't be here today. anyhow,
and he wants to dictate some let
ters."
He walked out, leaving Betty dis
mayed. She took her notebook and
pencil. and went timidly into Mr..
Adair's office.
"Who are vou?" demanded the
old man at the desk. How long
have YOU been here? What do you
do? What's this I hear about your
working in a restaurant" He
scowled, and his bushy white eye
brows met over the top of his nose
in a very comical way.
Betty Brown. Eight months.
Secretary. I do" She smiled at
him as she answered his ques-
tions.
Huh? Huh? What are you
talking about?"
II answered your four questions"
"You talk like a telegraph! Most
women are wordv. Take long hand.
not short hand" He rubbed his
hair until it stood straight up in
front. Betty was beginning to en-
joy herself.
st am Betty Brown, spinster. I
have been here eight months as
Mr. Andrew Adair's private secre-
tary. I act as cashier at the din
ner hour in a restaurant in return
for my meals. I spoke of it to Mr..
Saunders for fear YOU might OBJ
iec+ to my doing So"
81 do! I dol Looks like we
didn't pay YOU living wages. How
much would your meals cost you
if o didn't work there?"
Il only get my breakfast and
dinner. About a dollar and a half
a day; but I'll stop it. now I know
| you dom like it. 7 don't want to
do anything to reflect discredit on
the firm"
you'll do nothing Of the damn
kind!" clustered the old man. "You
will stop it because you will get
q ten dollar a week raise"
"But I have Just had a raise"
what for? Who gave it to you?
How much?"
Maybe for being a good girl and
keeping my pinafore clean!" an