Evening star., 1932-11-22
IA PATH TAPARADBE|
DAWSON.

That's my secret"
But you know who's behind its"
I'm not even allowed TO admit that.
You're to 60 TO q certain address. II
you're not satisfed-"
mo harm tn applying ne conceded.
Contrary to his usual reception, he
was shown In at once An alert, young
ish man, probably 10 years older than
himself, rose to greet him.
IT'S a pleasure to meet You. Mr.
II was given 10 understand" Give
began.
SFormalities aren't necessary. You're
the executive in thousand we've been
looking for"
1t sounded improbable, but Give was
sufficiently human to feel eompii-
mented.
"At the start must appear fsolish;
haven't an idea what VIII be my
duties"
I'VE deal in securities. Work along
lines similar TO those Of your late ems
ployers. Handle estates. Examine in
vestments."
but why you should have chosen
me7"
Does that matter7 How about
walking round to my club2"
1t was an impressive lunch that his
host ordered Increasingly Give s,ls-
pected that he was being dattered.
That there was game he was con-
vinced when the salary was mentioped
$4,000: the precise sum that Santa
had stated.
Then we may expect you tonaor-
row?" his host asked at parting.
"Let me sleep over It,"
"As you like. I'd hoped you would
decide at once
II don't want to appear unsracious,"
Give hesitated.
Wen consider no one else TN w
hear from you"
AS his key turned in the latch Santa
opened to him. She hailed him ss .
conquering hero.
Hello, big shot! How does it feel
to be important?"
Like q fairy-tale. It would II 70
accepted" ,,.
I'm TO give my answer tomorrow"
But, Give, you can't afford TO be
high-hat. Give 1t today. Everything
VIII be settled"
"Guess m wait till tomorrow"
He escaped down the passage TO the
| bedroom.
High -hat-good heavensl When Il
came to affording, he couldn't afford
to be married. He conjured to himself
what $4,000 year would mean TO
him; self-respect, IL he could earn 1t
honestly. But why the pressure2 Why
the secrecy Santa could put him wise.
With coaxing she would tell him..
Throughout dinner she didn't nyesc1
the subject. After dinner she played
patience, while he feigned to read. The
| clock struck 8. She yewned ana
bundled her cards together.
"The end Of perfect dayl And 80
to bed"
He glanced from his book ss she
pecked his forehead
"What's wrong7"
Nothing" She eazed down serenely.
But there Is. Why so much mys-
tery2 Having done me good turn. you,
Darling, you're nervously exhausted.
You see the ghosts that amt. When
you've clinched that job tomorrow We
must run down for . change TO At
lantic City"
KISSING the tips Of her fingers, she
Hs resumed his book, postponing the
curtain lecture which he felt sure
awaited him.
The door had closed. Ne tapped for
re-entrance.
what Is it'" she stood facing him.
This Is absurd"
"I agree. You're too difheuls for any
thing"
You're the one who's difacults santa.
You're trying TO hroWheat me into obey
| ing you as though were q lid In short
pants. You know something you don't
dare tell me2"
she stared back IN dumb anpeai.
"You don't dare tell me. becsuse u
! you did wouldn't accept.p
She drew her wrap closer.
"And for your obstinacy there's only
one reason; you hate TO place yourself
under an obligation to your wife.p
He fumbled for words. "n Q hus-
bands always obeying his wife's or
ders, he never sets time 70 be him.
self"
you've had two months with moths
ing to do but be yourself.
Careful, Santa. That's a leftover
from your first marriage
Again my flrst marriager'
Tears filled her eyes. Without .
backward look he darted tor the ele-
vator.
Give Ii shocked when he finds eHt
the source Of his fine business oifH.