The Waterbury Democrat., 1931-09-15
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 from the midst of downtown traffic. Norma refuses to tell the young man her name or where he can see her again. Later she joins BOB FARRELL, young lawyer, for dinner engagement. Farrcn asks her to marry him and Nor ma says "no".
 The scene of the story is Marl- bOrO, middle-western metropolis. Norma takes the puppy to her shabby apartment she shares with CHRISTINE SAUNDERS, general ly called "Chris." She finds her roommate in tears. Norma fears Chris is falling in love with her married employer, Bradley Hart, proprietor of an advertising agency. The older girl refuses to tell what is troubling her. Next day Norma inserts an advertise ment about the puppy in the lost and found column of the Marlboro Press, The first person to call in response to this advertisement is Mark Travers, who explains he has identity. He tries to make a date but she declines his invitations. Traversr departs. Later he tele- phoses NATALIE PRICE, popular debutante, and goes with her to a gay party concluding with a round of the night clubs.
 The following evening Norma arrives at the aptrement and finds Chris gone. There is a note on the table.
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 CHAPTER VI
 Norma dropped into the nearest chair and read the note again slow ly. Chris had written in great haste. The words were scrawled. There was no salutation. The note read:
 Minnie Bakers baby's been hurt in an accident. I've gone to see what I can do. Minnie's nearly crazy. I'll telephone later. Chris"
 Poor Minine Baker! She was the bookkeeper at the Hart Advertising Agency and of course in time of trouble she would turn to Chris. Why, oh, why did grief and sorrow so often descend on those who had already had their fill? Norma had never seen Minnie Baker but had heard Chris speak often of her. She knew Minnie's husband was in a sanitarium fighting against tu- berculosis. Chris Saunders had helped them borrow the money to send him there. Chris had saved Minnie's job for her, too, though the bookkeepers did not know this. Minnie-poor, struggling Minnie was the sort who never in the world should have been in a busi- ness office. She would probably spend the rest of her life there, a painstaking bookkeeper but a slow one.
 "If anything happens to that baby" Norma told herself. "I don't know how she can stand it."
 Two year old Junior had been everything of joy and happiness in the pinched, deprived life of the bookkeeper. Well, 1t was lucky Minnie had such a friend as Chris to stand by!
 Norma sighed arose and put pared a frugal meal for herself. The bad news had depressed her and she was not hungry.
 While she was drying the dishes a little later the bell rang, sum- moning her to the first floor. Nor ma threw down the dish towel and ran down the stairs. She supposed it would be word from Chris.
 But it was not Chris nor was it a telephone message which awaited her. Instead a small boy in not particularly clean sweater and knickers stood framed in the door way.
 Norma looked at him inquiring- ly. where's the dog?" the young visitor demanded.
 "You mean" Norma began, hesitating. The boy flourished folded newspaper. "Here it is," he said. 'in The Press. It says you've got a puppy here just like my Spot. I've come for him. Spot got away last week when Dad and me were down town in the car. We parked and when we came back Spot was gone. I'm a. carrier for the Press. I read your ad last night but couldn't get over here on account of getting somebody to carry my route. But I'm sure its, Spot you've got. He's just like the ad says gray and brown with a black SpOL over tHc TlBhL cyC anu o piNNn tail.' That's why I named i'm Spot Where is he?" The long speech had come tum- bling forth in excited jerks. The boy had his cap in his hand. His sandy hair slanted across his forehead in disordered wisps. He had blue, very serious eyes and a l detarmined manner. Where is he?" the boy repeat ed.
 "I'll show you" Norma said. She had been silent more because there had not been opportunity to speak than for any other reason. wen 20 down into the basement" She led the way along the hall and the boy followed. As she was about to open the door leading to the basement stairs he stopped her. 'Wait a minute" the youngster said, eyeing Norma shrewdly. "I suppose you'll want to know if it's really my Spot you've got here. l suppose you think maybe I made up some of what I told you. We don't havve. to go downstairs to find out. Listen to this"
 He got down on his two knees before the open door, leaned down into the darkness below and ut tered a shrill whistle. An instant's pause and then the whistle was re- peated with three sharp blasts. For moment the pair eyed each other. Compassion swelled in the girls heart as she saw the boy who sure to face disappointment. He was such a sturdy little urchin. so confident.
 The boy did not whistle again. He was leaning forward, hand cupped to his ear. straining to hear.
 Then a smile like sunlight crossed his face. "He coming!" he cried triumphantly. "I hear him!"
 Sure enough! Norma heard the faintly perceptible tap-tap of pup