Hyder weekly herald., 1933-11-25
Men Liked Jean By COSMO HAMILTON
@. by Mcclure Newspaper Syndicate.
 WNU Service

titiOned rooms of the various execu. lives. Jean was, indeed, an altogether delightful bit of scenery.
 Today, as her fingers rattled over the typewriter keys, her eyes con stantly sought the clock. She wanted to be sure of finishing her work early: Bud Randall had phoned and asked her to meet him for lunch.
 As they smoked over their coffee Bud became oddly silent and tdgety. Jean wondered. "How's the bond busi- ness?" she asked?' Been selling any lately?"
 "A few" he answered. But let's not talk about that. Listen, honey. I've got swell idea-about us. I'm crazy about you, Jean, and you-like me, don't you?"
 You know I do, Bud"
 "Well, look here" Bud went on. leaning acrosss the table, "we're both free till Monday morning, so what d'you say we push off somewhere for the week-end?"
 A puzzled expression came over Jeans pretty face.
 Don't look shocked" Bud said. "We're both of us old enough to do what we want to-"
 It was like slap in the face to Jean. At length she said. ''Let me get this straight. You're not asking me to sneak off with you like some cheap little cutie, are you"
 "Why put 1t like that, Jean? There's nothing cheap about it. We'd register as Mir. and Mrs Something or other. Lots of people get away with it-why shouldn't we?"
 Because I'm not that kind. And please don't say another word about it."
 Bud rubbed out his cigarette and spoke again. T s'pose you don't like me enough" he said. That's about the size of it."
 Don't be silly. Bud. like you an awful lot and you know it, but I couldn't fall for that. Think how bad ly I'd feel about it afterwards! My self-respect would drop to zero and stay there
 For Pete's sake!" Bud exclaimed. "That's the hooey they put in books but I never thought anyone took 1t seriously"
 "Is that how you look at it?" Jean asked.
 Sure! Why not?"
 "All right" Jean picked up her handbag and rose That washes us up." She walked away.
 Sunday seemed interminable.
 On Monday morning the streams of hurrying people on the streets restored Jean almost to normal optimism. It was fine to get to the office and hear the noisy chatter of the girls and to re. ceive Mir. Roper's friendly smile as he went past her desk to his office. Jean was Mir Roper's secretary.
 As the weeks went by Jean grew to hate leaving the office at night and go- ing back to her room.
 bright moment in the monotony of her existence came when Mir. Roper in- vited her to a theater. She splurged herself to new dress. It was great evening.
 It rather surprised her when, hay ing taken dictation for an hour two days later. Mir. Roper said. "Oh, Jean, I've got tickets for the horse show tonight--it's the big jumping night If you're doing nothing else I thought you might care to come with me?'
 'T'd adore it." she said.
 They dned leisurely. then went on and joined the throng of well-dressed people watching splendid horseflesh in action. Jean was thrilled. By the way. Jean," said Roper dur Ing the lul in the performance. 1T told my Jap to fix us bite of sup per. Would you mind coming back to my experimentation few minutes?' The sparkle died out of Jeans eyes. What for?" she asked. Just to talk about something-and have a drink and bit of food" "Oh, all right" Jean said after q moment. and looked toward the arena again. But she was seeing nothing there; she was thinking bitterly.