The Daily Alaska empire., 1932-06-11
CHAPTER 35. TURMOIL OF CHOICE


 Steadily once out of the silent house, Jenny's feet took her dowr the street.
 She felt like walk, and after 6 o'clock, when the department staffs had left the building, she would be able to see Miss Reyell and put before her this heart shaking matter of Garth Agency
 Heart shaking,-just that. When he had talked to her in the park, when he asked her to go into the country with him, it was not be- cause he wanted to forget Geor- gie, but because he wanted the company of Jenny Revell and none other; at any rate for the moment.
 The shy, joyous thought halted. What about Brightta Deering?
 Georgie said he was going to marry Brightta. Old MT. Matching feared it, too. Even if he wasn't going to, he must surely admire her. She was so beautiful.
 Jenny's steady steps had faltered with her thoughts. She turned into a little tea-room and sat down there. Over her dainty food that was presently set before her, she brooded, wrapped in her problem.
 Even if it had never been Geor- gie, for Garth Agency, what signs were there that it had ever been Jenny? How do I know that he truly cares, in the way that I care for hirn?" She had very lit the reason to think it, answered her honesty. Very little, indeed, was there for hope to feed on. Yet, with only that very little, she is going to make Georgie lose her job.
 She left the tea almost untast- ed in the end, paid her bill and walked on. Her choice was So clear. To gamble on a chance of happiness or to let Georgie keep her job Georgie's future or hers. Only one little sugar-plum on the cake, and no knife to cut it with
 The pavements were hot, aching ly hot to the feet. Her mind went back to the days when she had hunted work. A nightmare, that had been, a memory so terrible that she usually thrust it back First five dollars between her and stark nothingness; then two dol. lars, and then, one; then fifty cents. And then, when there was nothing left but to sit at an attic | window and watch how the spar rows on the leads fought over the bread that was just beyond the | reach of her shaking arm-then Georgie. Food, warmth, rest, and ! the heavenly shelter of Georgie's ! care.
 And now she was going to take away Georgie's job in case Garth l Agency was interested to know i just who it was who had married | Eddie TownSendl
 Jenny turned a corner. A clock | told her that by now Matching House would be empty of all but | the important few
 She walked into the huge, mar : ble hall and bearded a secretary who looked marbled, too.
 Will you ask Miss Revell if | she can see me for a moment? I've no appointment, but I'm her { cousin
 The man dealt lackadaisically with a house-telephone
 Mrs. Townsend?" he asked presently Miss Revell asks par ticularly if it's Mrs. Townsend?"
 Jenny hesitated, flushing. ].
 Mrs. Townsend or not, please?" i snapped the porter.
 Yes" said Jenny reluctantly. | "The name-yes-I'm Mrs. Town send"
 There was a step behind her. Before she turned, she knew who 1 it would be.
 You want to see Miss Revell, of coursel" said Garth Agency. "Tll talk you up to her, shall I? It's | rather a complicated route. The |, elevators just here"
 She went with him durnbly. He looked cool and lazy in his soft ! gray flannels, as he guided her i,,+o t,a alavot~r bic a,ae ho1A 41...