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may have worked in her disfavor
These facts alone do not explain
the situation.
To understand fully you must
have look at Judith.
The hair upon which young Tim
Mulligan Toasted his eyes so ex-
travagantly was neither chestnut
nor golden. 1t was somewhere in
between the two shades, a lovely
hiding place for sunbeams which
seemed perpetually entrapped.
1t curled softly and ever so be-
comingly in waves which were loose
and gave her clipped head distinc-
ton. In a distressing time when
four out of every five girls seemed
to be in the growing stage be-
tween long and short tresses, Judith
Cameron's neat bob was a glory to
behold.
Wispy tendrilS touching her fore
head called attention to the delicate
oval molding of the girls face. The
eyebrows were dark, sweeping well
backward as though drawn with one
swift stroke.
There was a faint, glowing pink
which waded and then came back
quickly to Judith's cheeks if she
we're surprised or, as she had been
at Carla'S remark, annoyed. Her lips
were coral shaded and could be
either sweetly child-like or resent
full.
These details, while worth noting,
are still not the key to Judith Cam
eron's personality.
That was to be founder rather
to be sought form a pair of blue
eyes very dark in coloring, fringed
by heavy la.shes and slightly elon-
gated in outline. Those eyes we're
the arresting feature of the girls
countenance. They looked as you
they measured you, and they gave
back not one suggestion of their
owners thoughts.
Judith's eyes we're enigmatic and
so was her character.
The eyes were very beautiful.
They had attracted Arthur Knight
from the very moment his glance
had first fallen upon his new en-
ploye. On a sudden whim he had
wanted to know more about the girl.
Knight was not the sort Of man to
Garry on" with pretty stenog-
raphers who struck his fancy. He
was. on the contrary, the sort of
man whose private correspondence
and all secretarial duties were per-
formed by a feminine assistant well
beyond 35 years of age, fifteen of
these spent in the employ of the
publishing company.
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ITO satisfy his interest In Miss
4 Cameron, the girl with those
odd unusual eyes, Arthur Knight
summoned his secretary, Miss
TuDper.
Il notice we have a new girl in
the outside office. Is she going to
make out all right?"
why, yes, I think so, Mr.. Knight.
She's beginner, recommended
highly, though, by the Baldwin
school, Mr.. Edwards said. He hired
her. Has there been anything"
mo, no! No criticism. Will you
get me her office record, pleaSe?"
Kathryn Upper had elevated her
browS a bit as she went for the
desired card. Odd that Mr.. Knight
should be making such inquiries!
Kathryn Topper thought the she
knew her employers mind and his
moods better than any one else in
the world. She had thought that
even two years ago before Mrs.
Arthur Knights sudden illness and
death.
Aged 81, sallow- skinned and too
thin. with SpectacleS protecting her
weak eyes and indigestion sharpen
ing her disposition, still the eternal
feminine in Miss Topper made her
watch over Arthur Knights we'll
being with hawk-like jealousy.
She was a confidential secretary.
She attended to personal letters and
allowance checks to Knights son
and daughter, both now being sub
mitted to expensive "educative"
systems.
Each year Miss Upper bought the
larger portion of Arthur Knights
Christmas giftS-alwayS all those for
the employees. Each year she
thought it a pity that he seemed so
lonely, so dependent upon her judg-
ment, and then brought her
thoughts up abruptly! There was
no use, of course, indulging in day
dreaming. Miss Upper was quite,
quite sure that Arthur Knight, cher
ishing the memory of his first wife.
would never look at another
woman"
Meekly she snuffed out her own