The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1933-02-23
CHAPTER ONE

raised-and lowered hast
lily. Intently she studied the
typewriter sheet that lay
before her and intently-a
little more severely than
necessary-her fingers tapped
out the words on the keys.
ut is to be remembered
that the purchasing pub
lie"
A sudden, impatient gesture
and the tipping ceased. Janet
suppressed an exclamation.
She had copied the words
twice and the page was
ruined. Oh, well-what was
the use of pretending?
No matter how busiIy at
work she might seem, there
was no stopping the dark
figure heading toward the
entrance of the Office.
The dark figure was that of a
young man. He had gained the
threshold now and paused.
"Mr. Hamilton around?"
Janet looked up. She smiled and
the smile was that of a serene,
thoroughly businesslike secretary as
she answered. HE just stepped out,
Mr.. Cressy. I think he's in Mr..
Chambers office. If you want to see
him"
The young man in the doorway
raised a hand in protest. mo, no
it isn't important. AS a matter of
fact it was you I wanted to talk
to, not Hamilton. That is, if you
can spare moment or two"
The young man slumped against
the opposite desk, half-Seated him
self. He must have been in the
later 20c-an average looking young
man with sandy hair and agreeable
features, trifie heavy in build, a
trifle too well-groomed. He said with
a grin, Seem to be awfully busy in
here this morning"
Not especially. 1 mean there's al
ways plenty to do
But don't you ever think of any,
thing except work?"
Janet moved uncomfortable. It
was going to be the same thing all
over again! For three successive
Saturdays and on several evenings
in between she had told Howard
Cressy she couldn't accept his in
WtationS for luncheon or dinner. No.
not for movie Or concert or a
drive, either.
She had used all the excuses from
previous engagements to a head
ache. She couldn't invent a new
excuse. Well, she would Just use
one OF the old ones. Why couldn't
Howard Cressy take a hint?
MI. Hamilton seems to be able to
keep everyone busy" she countered
But you don't work Saturday
afternoon, Go you? You don't have
10 work tonight. How abut taking
little drive out on the Madison
road? There's nice place"
TINE girl interrupted. I'm sorry
L. Mr.. Cressy. 1 won't be able to
60 Jm-I'm having a guest this
evening and I'll have to 90 home
and cook dinner"
so you can cook! Beauty and
brains and the domestic arts But
aren't you going to invite me to
one of these dinner parties? Don't
L ever get a break, Janet?"
She was saved from making an
answer. A rustic of papers, the
sound of footsteps and Bruce Ham,
MISUNDERSTANDING, tweed-clad
his eyes framed in dark SpectacIes
appeared in the doorway.
Bruce Hamilton looked like a
college professor. Only when he
dictated letters in brisk, staccato
voice, when he barked commands
into the telephone, or when he
f1ared into stormy arguments did he
suddenly become the Shrewd, tire
less and dominating advertising
manager of Every Home Magazine.
Hamilton'S dark hair was mixed
with gray, but the eyes beneath
that pepper and salt thatch were
young and challenging. Hamilton
walked with a light step. Evil
IDENTIFY the conference had come off
as he wanted it.
The younger man had risen to his
teet. He said quickly, oh, Mr..
Hamilton, I've just had an answer
from Fairbanks. He likes the idea
OF the contest. Thinks it will be
a pig circulation builder, and wants
to go in for it strong. Here's his
letter if you'd like to read it,
Thanks" Hamilton took the
letter. He laid half a dozen sheets
OF yellow paper on Janet's desk and
SAID: Miss Hill, I've made some
reviSionS in that copy. Sorry to ask
you to work overtime, but it has to
get off in the first mail.
Make two carbonS, please. And
VIII you start it at once and let the
letters and that Bailey memoran-
dun waltz"
Yes, Mr.. Hamilton"
Now, then, CreSSy-"