Plentywood herald., 1929-03-14

state. for at times she paused In her
marathon to kick things.
Dawn found her staring out OF the
window as the relentless cold white
light set forth roof tops and chimney
stacks. 1t outlined, too, In the chaos Of
her mind few hard facts. Since, evil
IDENTITY. to die requires something more
than fervent wishing, she was doomed
to go on living. Since. Individually she
was TO be denied the extreme pleasure
OF beholding we'll groOmed young man
stretched before her In rigor mortis, w.
]. would go on living. Him she must
face squarely, voluntarily, at the earli-
est possible moment. 1t would be un-
fair to Thompson, she felt, to let store
routine take its course and thus involve
the already irritated advertising man.
ager IN situation that was more than
1t seemed.
II shall go direct to w. US office,
Margery decided. II shall smile be-
cause know 1t makes him mad 1
shall remark lightly that l am we'll
aware those hundred dollar dresses will
have to be sold at ten dollars. as ad-
vertised. The loss, of course, I expect
to be deducted from my salary in week.
ly installments. And shall say that SO
1t will be like flinging the money in his
face. l shall try to make him madder
than ever"
With this policy as solacing prop,
braced Tor the encounter, Margery en-
tered the Stuart store at the usual hour
Though her heart was bitter and she
would have found 1t difficult to talk
Of lucky mistakes without choking, she
carried herself gallantly, walking with
head high and the erect, assured grace
that makes elevator boys murmur
'claSS." The faint shadows beneath her
eyes made them seem unusually large
and bright. And she had on the new
dress.
1t was an American copy Of French
model IN dark blue sole de laine. At
the back of the neck was q little bow
with two long trailing ends faced with
white.
Eighth floor this morning, Sammy"
she Said for the elevator boy was ac-
cuStomed to release her at the seventh.
In frenzy to get her interview with
w. ]. over and done with. she hurried
from the car to his office, and opened
the door.
1t was a distainct shock to find the
room vacant. The large mahogany desk
was bare of all except inkstand and
telephones. Confronting it. exactly CEN
ter, was an empty chair. There was no
hat on the rack at the right of the
window. shining ash stand and three
mahogany armchairs were disposed
against the walls with the cleaning
crews idea of interior arrangement.
w. j. had not yet come in
Entering the room, Margery closed
the door and stood tensely facing it.
Endless time elapsed and still he did
not come! 1t occurred to her that it
might be more maddening for him to
find her sitting down. Throwing her
self into the nearest chair she leaned
back and crossed her nice slim legs in
an attitude of smartnOnchalance For
another wait of endoess time she wait
ed Then her straining ears caught the
dull sound of footsteps along the carpet
of the corridor. With quiver Of nerves,
she sprang to her feet. A shadowy fig
ure, blotted for an instant on the glass
panel OF the door, disappeared.
Again Margery sat, each slow second
a kind of torture. Misery like tide
night and forgotten breakfast took their
toll. But resolutely she held her easeful
pose and waited. Waited and waited
and waited. Waited until, finally, her
taut nerves rebelled and sought the
relief Of tears.
II won't cry! I won't cry!" she told
herself angrily.
Blinking her eyes rapidly she walked
to the window. She could appear to be
looking interestedly at the street while
with handkerchief and powder puff she
removed the traces Of a moments
weakness. But the food of tears was
beyond control. Her handbag slipped
to the floor as she clutched the little
square of white linen and, with long
quivering sob of desolation, pressed 1t
to her eyes with both hands.
Just then, Of all times, w. j. flung
open the door of his office. He saw q
) slender figure In dark dress with two
white-lined streamers down the back, a
glimpse of white neck and the curve of
felt hat on bowed head. With his
mind wholly set on the joyous moment
when his blue pencil should circle a
certain authentic error, he was too
t startled by this unexpected sight to
S stop to reason. Besides, he was too fond
| of his sister to reason about her.
! why, itsy bitsy Kitten Cat, what's
the matter?" He kissed the back Of the
neck consolingly and swept the grief
! shaken shoulders in warm, comfort
! ing embrace. did somebody hurt her
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