Evening star., 1932-08-17
INSTALLNiENT III.

YEAN struggled from soCueI
sleep with a terrlfhc heaoacne,
but, feeling Of gratitude that Sne
~ was alone and had escaped from
Jim She had surprising courage
and perseverance for one so young,
heritage from her maternal great
grandmother, a native daughter OF Call
fornia. who had done hardy pioneer
work in the face of great obstacles and
reared six sons. She thought OF the
stories her father had told her OF THIS
grandmother she had never seen ana
her own problem dwindled IN COM
parisOn.
There was no doubt that Jean was
too i'll to get up, but she had hearo
that one could dominate the body II
they chose, and she decided TO test tne
theory. She could not afford to be ILL.,
and she must have a job. BY sheer
force of will she sat up and swung her
legs over the side Of the cot. Her heao
swan. but she would not lie down again.
Then, very quietly, SO that Marcia, who
had the room next door would not hear
her. she slipped down the hall to the
hath room. The shock of a cold shower
revived her and dSpelled much OF her
bodily langour.
She breathed a sigh of relief when
she had finally dressed herself ana
stolen down the long flights OF STAIRS
to the street. If Marcia had known OF
her intentions she would have trled
to make her stay in bed and bring
doctor who would probably declare ner
very i'll and send her off to the hospital
or something of the sort. Thank good
ness, it was a little cooler this morn
ing. though that red sun looked VICIOUS
enough. and threatened to do some
deadly work before the day was over.
Jean bought copy of the Time and
scanned the ads as she sat in !-nch
room and drank two cups o. p-ack
coffee. She was still unable to eat.
The ads contained nothing promising,
so she took the subway to typewriter
company, where she was reasonably
sure of obtaining temporary employ
ment, at least.
1t was afternoon. however, before
call came in that was assigned TO Jean.
This was from a publishing house Tor
q manuscript typist, and with sudden
squirt of strength over her good for
tune. she walked to Fifth avenue and
took the bus downtown, stopping on
her way to drink more black coffee.
At the publishing house, Jean was
interviewed by the Office manager.
This is a rather special job," he eX-
planned, "and demands skill and in
telligence. Are you accurate?"
YES" Jean vowed firmly. I'm
very good typist."
"Suppose YOU show me. The job I
have in mind is for Mr.. Duntley, presi-
dent of this flrm-a manuscript OF his
own, and he is very particular. In
fact, he is pretty severe on an employe
who doesn't measure up to his ideas
of proficiency. Do you want to type
a couple of pages SO that can get
some idea of your work and speed?"
Eyes. On this machine?"
He nodded, and Jean sat down at
the typewriter, forcing herself to con-
troll. But her fingers flew fast and
sure over the, keys as she copied the
page of a magazine story which he
Indicated.
VERY good" he said. Make your
margins little wider. Come this way,
please"
She followed him across huge room
to a suite of offices. Jean was installed
in the Office adjoining the presidents S
and the manuscript was brought to her.
"You will be undisturbed here. MIR.
Duntley's secretary is on her vacation.
and he is playing golf this afternoon" :"
jeans elation over securing the work
abated as the afternoon wore on. The
manuscript was a story Of murder and
mystery that filled her with horror.
What fiendish imagination Mr.. Dunt-
ley must have! The ache in her head
came back, and she found herself writ
ing Jim for gem. She guessed that the
story had been dictated, for the pages
were corrected in pencil, in an almost
illegible writing, and entire paragraphs
written on the margins for insertion.
She made many mistakes now, and
worked herself into fever correcting
them.
A parching thirst caused her to make
frequent trips to the water cooler In