Evening star., 1932-10-23
The Sweet
Revenge
of a
Woman
SCOrned

Giac us grace to listen 7ccH.
JOHN KEBLE.
UDY caught a reflection Of herself in a
mirror that was hanging above water
cooler across the waiting room. She
miled at the funny way she was sitting
Derched on the edge CT the stern, ma
~ hogany bench provided by the Bingham
Manufacturing Co for it's hopeful callers.
You certainly look scared to death Judy
Watkins" she whispered to herself tremulously.
And she glanced hurriedly about to see if any
one might be laughing at her. But it seemed
she entirely alone with her secret.
Well and she tried to appraise her image
more calmly, you wouldn't look SO oarned bad
If you'd get that high school stare off your face.
In fact you're not terribly ugly
"Of course you're nothing to about
You'll never be a sensation in the "Follies." But
you do have few nifty little curls, and that
dimple on your left cheek is dandy. If you'd
only have sense enough to keep smiling"
The switchboard girl buttermold blond,
with a La Gatta poSe who had been sitting
there comforting herself this way and that,
making Judy feel about as unmportant as q
cricket, now jerked out plug and turned her
head. Hes finished tawkin T. New Yavk
I'll ring i'm for you"
Judy could hear telephone bell of in the
distance somewhere. She wanted to nun
away, and she very nearly did run away Why
had she been so silly as to think it would be fun
to have career? Why had she ever thought
it smart to and wheedle old Uncle George
into putting her on his sales force?
The blond was saying something again. He
don't seem to answer. Maybe-but there he
comes now"
Judy looked in the direction the operator had
nodded, and a broad-shoudered young
man, with dark eyes, dark hair and a dark ex-
preston on his face, coming along the hall to-
ward the waiting room She realized with a
sinking sensation that surely she had got for
her first prospect the hardest-b boiled executive
in the whole world.
How could he possibly have acquired such
stern cOuntenance in his 80 years-surely not
more than that-of life? Then silly little
thought popped into Judy's head Maybe he
liked dimples.
Just few more steps now and he'd be stand
ing in front of her. Judy thought of the words
she must say, trying to keep in her mind, too,
that she must smile.
But the young stopped at the SWITCH
board. He hadn't even noticed Judy Instead,
he glaring at the blond telephone girl
Il don't understand why you can't get that
call through to Philadelphia. I've got to talk
to jenkins in 10 minutes
I'll try for the line again. said the opera
tor. Then she looked toward Judy. Miss
Watkins there is waiting to see you, Mr.. Bing-
ham"
The handsome young pesSimist regarded Judy
mechanically, and came a step nearer. "Wen?"
Judy stood up hopefully, remembering to
smile II represent" she began, and her voice
sounded thin and ridiculous 'the Watkins
Corporation and
hn vOlln maj iS hood md oIo
as if to away. Not interested"
But, Mr.. Bingham, I wish to talk to you
about"
I'm really not interested at ALL"
"But surely you'll listen just few minutes"
mo" and he turned away.
"Shall I come back some other time?" Judy
asked of his broad insolent back
Nc he said without looking again at her,
and he walked off down the hail.
Judy glared after him so hard she brought
tears to her eyes. She had never before seen
any one so mean. What if she didn't have
any right to be trying to shoulder into the busi-
ness world? That didn't give him the privilege
of being downright discourteous
She implored the wrath of the gods upon
Tom Bingham's head. She hoped he would
always have sand in his spinach She hoped
dogs would bite him. She hoped he'd slice all
Of his drives. She hoped lots of terrible curses
upon him-but the situation of the moment
seemed to remain unaltered. There was moth
ing for her to do now but to retreat as grace
fully as she could.
She had forgotten all about her smile by the
time she was seated again in her roadster And
as she threw in the clutch and clamped her
foot down viciously on the accelerator, making
the car bound away, she muttered through
clenched teeth, "I1l make that crouch listen
to me- if it's the last thing do on this earth"
When she got back to the office, she was still
seething. 1t hadn't occurred to her that her
I,oI oyiy bor Tow,
prospect in order to see some fun. She simply
had the idea that BINGHAM had humiliated