The Waterbury Democrat., 1932-04-27
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 before this. Applying at one
 0ffice, Susan was terrified by the
 advances of her would-be em.
 ployer. At business school she
 has become friendly with ROB-
 ERT DUNBAR, good-Iooking
 milliOnaire's son, also. a student. MRS MILTON. a ncighbor. raiIs
 at Susan for insisting on earn
 ing her own living and asks why
 she does not encourage the ate
 tentiOns of moody suitor, BEN
 LAMPMAN. Susan meets RAY
 FLANNERY, stenOgrapher i'm the
 office across the hall, and is
 amused by her. Susan makes
 mistake in copying . letter and
 is in tears when a helpful
 stranger appears. ,sT'm Jack
 WARING," he. says. Susan has no
 idea who he may be.
 NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY
 CHAPTER VIII
 Drearily the girl regarded the stranger. Jack Waring!" where had she heard that name before? It meant nothing to Susan.
 She tried to regain her compo- OufWs w dIAuB 9GGIuGu 0uuAy dL home. Having deposited his rakish strengthened his lilac tinted tie and demanded again, still more jovially, What's up? Can I help? Come, tell Papa all about it!"
 If the ruination of the freshly typed sheet of bond paper in the letter press had not already en- grossed the girls mind she might have smiled at this sally. As 1t was she could only stare at him with dewy eyes which threatened at every instant to brim over again. By jingo, the girls beauty" said Jack Waring, half to himself. Su- san, confused, caught the ghost of a grin lowering on the thin lips of the observer, Pierson, who had emerged from the office vault.
 Pierson now mumbled Miss Carey, Mir Waring. Don't believe you've met before."
 Waring bowed royalty. Delight ed, I'm sure. Quite an addition to our happy little family. And now can I help the little lady?"
 Although Susan hated being called little lady" above all things she could not deny that the purring softness of MT Warnings voice had a soothing quality. Besides, she was utterly overcome by the fiasco of the copied letter. So she ex- tended it to this man, saying quiet- ly. "It's spoiled. Ruined. And I did try"
 Her self-control threatened to desert her. Sheer tragedy 1t seem- ed to Susan, that the beautifully neat and correct sheets, already signed by the exquisite flourish of the absent MT Heath should be des- troyed by her error. In youthful despair she was ready to resign, feeling herself disgraced.
 "Oh, is that all?" Waring's laugh | somehow treasured her.
 ''Let me look at it." He took the l limp sheets from her hand and gazed at them intently.
 "Here" Susan's eyes followed | to her desk.
 "Only the first sheet is spoiled" he said rapidly. Copy it over. Let | me see the book"
 She gave it to him and he smiled. | This darn things all right" he observed. "All you have to do is | type the first sheet over. Quick before the boss gets back! We'll pop 'em into an envelope and mo- body the wiser"
 Susan gasped. Waring's eyes twinkled at her. 'Tts as easy as l that" he cried. "Hop to 1t. He's lunching at the club with old | Sayres. I passed them 10 minutes ago and they hadn't got to dessert. Hurry, and I'll check it with you | as coon as you've finished!'
 Feverish with eagerness. Susan I obeyed. Her fingers flew over the | familiar keys. With the obliging newcomer she checked the figures | and found them correct. Then she | folded the letter prayerfully, | stamped it and with a thankful l heart cast it into the slot beside the | elevator. Just in time, too. be- cause the punctilious MT Ernest | Heath emerged from the car as she | turned to walk away.
 "Finished that Sholl copying?" he asked, adjusting his eyeglasses. |
 Susan nodded. Its gone," she murmured. MT Heath looked pleased. Good" he approved firmly. Good"
 Susan felt like a thief and a traitor but held her tongue.
 'I can't be fred" she told her. self. 'I mustn't"
 As the days passed Susan slipped into a fixed and demanding rou- tine. From the moment Ernest Heath arrived in the morning, crisply and immediately dressed, her time, her very thoughts, were | Ix tC Isft1n nrIl nf with its soft carpets, its cool breezes straying in from the lake, it's ink-wells and blotters and neat, ordered way, completely absorbed her. Aunt Jessie and her nagging ! complaints were far away So was the tiny cottage on the shabby street.
 Susan learned many things. She learned how an unimportant caller may be courteously turned away and how an important one may be wooed to finger if early for an ap- pointment. She learned how to keep the difficult Pierson in good humor and how to please her just but demanding employer.
 One thing she could not seem to master. That was the problem of keeping MT Jack Waring in what Aunt Jessie would have called This place."
 Jack Waring, 3S, divorced, agree able, fond of dancing, sport cars and feminine companionship, re- fused to believe Susan would not fiirt with him.
 Waring was not used to being snubbed. In fact, he didn't know
 
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