The Butler County press. [volume] (Hamilton, Ohio) 1900-1946, 1932-09-16
GO by Mcclure Newspaper syndicate.l
(WNU Service)

to her. 1t seemed to tease her and
make the dry rolls drier in her mouth.
Then after she had finished she did
q strange thing. AS she rose from the
table she opened her purse, took out
a pencil and piece Of paper, then sat
down at the ham table. AS she scrib-
bled aimless words she noticed that
there was clean spoon beside the
plate and the knife had only been used
for cutting, so she was afraid Of it
only a matter of seconds now and she
would be nonchalantly placing bits of
the tender meat In her notwithstanding
that some one was at her elbow she
looked up into the implacable face Of
waiter.
Pardon, maCam, permit me to re-
move this and you will have more
room to write"
The ham was whisked away and the
clean spoon and the knife that had
only been used for cutting. but quick
on the heels of disappointment came
sense of escape; If that waiter had not
come at that moment he would have
seen her eating the other patrons
| breakfast.
making your way In big city isn't
so bad" she reflected, until you lose
| your position, and then" poignant
homesickness rushed over her as she
thought Of the little home town she
had left and of Jack Dalton who had
wanted to marry her and whom she
had so fatty refused.
"All right" he had said with a
shrug. when you get through with
your career you can come to me-"
That was four years ago. With a
toss of impatience she pulled herself
together and walked swiftly along.
IF you want to impress people" she
soliloquized, you have to hold your
head up when you wear SIS dress
marked down from $12.98 (on the tag)
and want it to look like SIS French
creation" SO she walked jauntily
down the street, her disappointed
stomach already beginning to scream
for the ham 1t didn't get. That was
one deceiving thing about a coffee and
rolls breakfast; it had way Of play
ing hide and seek, 1t was gone and you
found yourself all wish washy and
weak.
Now, let's see, where's that ad-
dress?" she went on. "Yes, 746 EN-
pire building. The Wearever Tire
company. They said to call at ten
o'clock. It's three blocks down and
two across. I'll just about get there on
time. Wonder how many others they
wrote to call, too. But my letter was
good one If / say it-maybe they'll
| take me-"
And the big building swallowed her
up. She left the elevator at the sev-
enth floor and turned the knob Of the
big door leading to suite T46.
"You wanted stenographer?" she
said to the man at the high desk.
"Yes, please step this way, Miss
Acton"
He showed her to the office door
marked private and returned to his
desk. AS she entered the man inside
turned to face her, then he rose and
took both her hands in his.
"Evelyn!" he said gently as the girl
started at him, her face suddenly
blanched, then she recovered herself
and greeted him fiippantly enough.
"Same old Jack Dalton" she laughed
little forced laugh.
you look like q million dollars"
he said surveying her. Lets get out
Of hQra whore wQ aqn fplHv
Like an automaton, she followed him
out Of the Office and they went to
little restaurant nearby.
81 was so excited waiting | couldn't
eat breakfast" he explained "What'll
you have? When read that letter
signed Evelyn Acton In the handwrit-
ing knew so we'll"
ut was the biggest shock / ever
got" she laughed. you were pre-
pared because you knew was coming,
but / wasn't
you've changed" he said, after
pause. II don't know what 1t is;
there's something's little wistful
about you. What is it? It's entranc-
Ing"
"Wistful! Downright hungry!''
thought Evelyn, but she said:
you've changed too-you're-I don't
know-even nicer than before"
"Nicer than a career| he asked
Don't fool me, Evelyn. I'm serious"
"Uh, huh!' she replied, slipping a
piece of broiled ham into her mouth.
Come on" he begged. "Let's get
out of here before | express myself
II public" but Evelyn only crinkled
her nose at him, gave his knee a little
pat under the table and said:
You're going to eat good break
fast before you leave this restaurant"
And he did. They did, I mean.